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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 21:25:49 GMT -5
|Grippa did not Speak again for a few moments, but when she did, it was to rattle off the list of titles and adjectives that made up 'names' in Parseltongue. It went something like 'Death-in-hand Speaking half-pure wanderlonely blood-for-blood dark man.' Afterwards, the snake regarded the girl thoughtfully. ~Nest-father wishes the Speaking Man to be his, more than anything. More than even hunger, or pain, or children.~|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 21:29:08 GMT -5
Sarah looked up at the man and for the first time, noticed the difference in eye color. She kept her surprise to herself. Looking down at teh snake again, she said, ~Tom? Is that the man your nest-father adores?~
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 21:38:47 GMT -5
|Grippa executed a snakey little shrug. ~Two-legs warmblood names mean little to me. He Speaks, and his head-scales are black, and he comes from the tall-stone-nest where the hatchlings are kept.~ She spoke the girl's name, then, for all names are apparent to snakes, and it was flowing, light, 'Two-legs-hatchling touch-and-fix new-mother nest-watcher white Speaker.' And then she disappeared up Jesse's sleeve. Jesse wriggled slightly, but otherwise focused on his book.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 21:51:20 GMT -5
Sarah cocked her head to one side. ~That was a strange name.~ She looked back up to the man. "So, where have you been all this time."
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 21:59:18 GMT -5
|He looked up from his book and squinted at the girl. "Excuse me? I'm afraid I don't know you." And it was true, too. His memory was not what it once was...much of him was not what it once was. He impatiently brushed some hair out of his eyes, adjusting his goggles so they sat more naturally upon his head. Then he looked, really looked at her...and saw a shy, sweet girl who...who Tom had wanted to kill? Apparently, Tom hadn't managed it yet. "I...do I know you? Come in back with me, sit a while. I can't..remember very well. Not anymore." He gestured to the door behind the counter, backing through it. Cautious.|
((See other thread for Jesse's house's description, for I am lazy. :\))
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 22:01:08 GMT -5
Eh, I'll wing it.
She nodded happily and followeed him, walking politely into his abode.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 22:11:08 GMT -5
((XD Too long, eh?))
|He gestured towards the two squashy armchairs in front of the fireplace, closing the door behind her. "Have a seat, then, and you can tell me how we know...knew...each other." He settled himself down in one of the chairs, relaxing into its comfy embrace. "I think I remember you, but I'm not sure. You're in...White house?" Grippa emerged from his shirt to wrap herself around his neck, an interesting necklace. She watched the girl with expressionless eyes.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 22:12:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I am from white. My name is Sarah Atherton, well, Grunblume now. You are Jesse, aren't you?"
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 22:22:03 GMT -5
|"I...no. Not the one you know." Because he remembered, now. Sarah, who had almost been like a kindred spirit to him. Innocent, surely, and quite pure, but with unwavering resolve. "I'm different. You're different. You ought not to be here, Miss, there are some unsavory types that visit my shop. They might wish to do you harm, especially considering your standing." He eyed her, as if weighing her worth. Being as cold as possible.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 22:25:54 GMT -5
She smiled sadly at him. "I know this, but I have the ability to protect myself. I think my husband also has danger senses to know when I;m in danger." She laughed.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 22:31:55 GMT -5
|Bugger. This wasn't working. He reached out, slowly, so that she could stop him whenever she wanted...and laid one pale, long-fingered hand on the gentle swell of her belly. He closed his eyes in thought, letting his hand remain for a few moments before pulling it back. "Hnn..," he breathed. "Be a good parent, eh? This one's a handful, I think." He could not say how he knew...he just did. "Was there actually anything you wanted to buy? I've got some nice books on warding and protection spells."|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 22:36:56 GMT -5
Sarah looked down at her stomach. ~Are you going to be a trouble maker?~
"Well, just this one on potions, but I'd like to take a look at the other ones."
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 22:47:43 GMT -5
|"Of course. This is all my personal collection...you'll find that the books in here are much more to your taste. Unless you actually want to learn seven different spells to prolong your enemy's pain and suffering?" This last was not said with much hope. He'd been trying to get rid of that book for weeks, but it was so useless that not even the most boring of his customers wanted it. He gestured towards an iron bookcase off to the left. "You'll find most of them in there."|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 22:53:26 GMT -5
"Interesting. Perhaps I should but it so that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." She wandered over to the shelf and examined the books.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 22:55:44 GMT -5
|He brightened immediately. "Yeah! Yeah, you could! And you could like, read it to your kid when they won't sleep or something." He was absolutely serious about that. The book was deadly dull, and quite dry, to boot. "I think there's a book of Atlantean scriptures over there, too. Mind that one, I haven't figured out what it does, yet. It's resisting all my attempts to translate it."|
((Translation: Go find the Atlantean book and open it. XD))
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