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| Hilde Schbeiker | Jan 21 2009, 02:01 AM Post #11 |
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Mistress of Pain
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She dropped the accent, and snorted at him. "If you're so all-important, why did they make you hide your face, too?" Hilde was dreadfully annoyed at the pat on the head. Oh, yes, he was going to get it later. But for now, a little preview would help him focus. Hands behind her back now, Hilde switched the object she held into the hand closest to Duo, and quickly smacked him in the rear with it, just enough to sting, and the chatter in the room combined with the wall behind her made certain no one else heard or saw the action. Riding crops were so discrete. As she returned the toy to its rightful place inside the hidden dress-pocket, she suddenly realized who the woman was. Having seen and heard her on Libra only for a quick moment, Hilde was surprised she even remembered her. "So, do you still have an obsession with the color gold, or have you repainted your limo, semi, and shuttle in the recent years?" |
| "I'm sure I can provide more entertainment than a window cleaner. It might even be better than watching pigeons." | |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jan 21 2009, 02:18 AM Post #12 |
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Resident Depressive
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Ow! That really stung, damnit! Duo was tempted to glare at Hilde, but that would give away the fact that he'd been... cropped... in the first place. Being Hilde's employee certainly was painful! Not that he didn't ask for it. He was tempted to pat her on the head again in revenge of revenge, but he was already up a certain brown creek without a paddle. Instead, he turned to Dorothy like nothing at all had happened, and frowned at Hilde's words. Gold? What did gold have to do with anything? "You have a gold semi? Where can I get one?" We would smack him, but Hilde already covered that. |
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| Dorothy Khushrenada | Jan 21 2009, 02:30 AM Post #13 |
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Magnificent God-like Treize's Snugglebunny
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So someone had figured out her little secret, but the little statue hadn't named her. The Devil Man didn't catch what his associate's hints had meant. He seemed a little more interested in something else, but Dorothy had missed whatever it was that had passed between the two of them. "Those belong to my family, and I am sad to say that they are not in my possession currently...some day, though." She drained the rest of her champagne. "Sweepers then?" Well, she had definitely not met him through them. "Both of you? You must certainly have more than enough work. I should think that even ten years later there would still be wreckage from the battles, threatening to fall harmfully to the planet or to bombard disastrously with a colony. The graveyards left up there...." She pressed her lips together and watched the two. She let the sentence hang deliberately. Abruptly, she turned her attention back to the miniatures. "They're quaint little pieces of art, are they not? I've been looking at them for awhile now, and I've found myself wanting a pair. It seems I've inherited my family's nostalgia for the...what was it called...let's say Victorian Era, though the feeling extends past England's borders and that short stint Queen Victoria had." |
| No, I'm not a crazy beezy. Why do you ask? | |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jan 21 2009, 03:21 AM Post #14 |
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Resident Depressive
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There were three things Duo learned with the black widow's response: one, he really, really wanted a gold semi, two, this woman knew war better most and she was far too young to have experienced it lightly, and three, she liked the Victorian Era. It wasn't just OZ--she screamed Romefeller... and she smelt like a Dermail. The fact that he still couldn't place her voice frustrated the heck out of him. "Lots of graveyards. Could tell you stories, but I don't know if your delicate ears can handle it." Let's see her keep her cool, now! Ha! "They're quaint little pieces of art, are they not? I've been looking at them for awhile now, and I've found myself wanting a pair. It seems I've inherited my family's nostalgia for the...what was it called...let's say Victorian Era, though the feeling extends past England's borders and that short stint Queen Victoria had." Duo's knowledge of history only extended as far back as he was born, give or take. The wonders of the Victorian Era alluded him. The fact that she was a fan, however, did not. "Interesting," he said, and meant it. "Your family wouldn't be connected to Romefeller, would it? I've always thought it was pretty backwards, sending children into war..." His voice spoke of experience. "You seem pretty young." There were only a few as young as she, who could possibly understand what they were celebrating today... Duo squinted. Her eyes, the most pale, gray blue, were haunting. "We've met before, I think." And then he grinned something vaguely demonic, all the more horrific in his costume. A violet light entered his eyes, and he shook his head, amused. "Whoever you are, I like you," he said. But he knew exactly who she was perfectly well, and it only intrigued him further. What had Dorothy Catalonia been up to the last decade, and what brought her yearning in a gallery such as this? |
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| Dorothy Khushrenada | Jan 21 2009, 03:45 AM Post #15 |
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Magnificent God-like Treize's Snugglebunny
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"My delicate ears?" she repeated dumbly. It was not something had heard for years now. Her husband, God rest his soul, had learned better than that. She blinked at him while the statement fully sunk in. It sounded exactly like what certain family members, who shall remain nameless, and Romefeller men would say, the ones who had driven her to her grandfather and later to Mr. Milliardo. "My delicate ears?!" She gave a shrill little laugh. "I hope you retract that statement...by the time you figure out who I am." You better. For your sake. "Your family wouldn't be connected to Romefeller, would it? I've always thought it was pretty backwards, sending children into war.... You seem pretty young." "You're one to talk!" she retorted before she could stop herself. She bit her tongue on the next few comments, but her ire was up. "As we are on anonymous terms, sir, I suggest we keep our families out of it." She felt she was being a little irrational, but she could not help it. "Whoever you are, I like you." There was something in his tone. She felt she had been found out by both of them, and they no longer amused her. "You will have to excuse me. I fear I have been away from the party too long, and I think I should grace our host and hostess with my presence." She set the champagne flute down and quickly fled the gallery. >> |
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| Duo Maxwell | Jan 21 2009, 04:00 AM Post #16 |
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Resident Depressive
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Duo felt ten inches tall. Well, his big, fat mouth hadn't changed much either. "Ouch." Duo realized that he should follow her, because he was an ass, and badly needed to apologize, but... well... Trowa was standing right over there drinking shots, and Duo couldn't resist the Call Of Crack. He turned to Hilde and looked apologetic. "Sorry, babe," he said, pecking her on the cheek. "Need alcohol. Now." With a caveman grunt, he walked to the tall stranger behind him. >> |
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