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kingdomdressing2010-01-05 11:56 am
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( a disagreement with the universe. )
[ The last thing he wanted to see was XII. That spell -- hn... Out of his mind, run a muck, forget it ever happened.
And then the next room he went to just happened to disagree with him. It was a pirate ship, but there were certain things, that just made the lancer remind him of the Savage Nymph. Those knives on the captain's table (it was the closet of the room that lead to the Dressing Room) were so very familiar, after all. They were missing something, though. Something electric, but he didn't complain. Isn't it that they usually lead to land, and not those in sea?
Atlantica is excused, of course. ]
[ ooc; This is [Bad username or site: vryvryfrigtning title=Larxene's @ livejournal.com] Other's ship, for future reference -- and of course III here =/=
amindfucker. ]
And then the next room he went to just happened to disagree with him. It was a pirate ship, but there were certain things, that just made the lancer remind him of the Savage Nymph. Those knives on the captain's table (it was the closet of the room that lead to the Dressing Room) were so very familiar, after all. They were missing something, though. Something electric, but he didn't complain. Isn't it that they usually lead to land, and not those in sea?
Atlantica is excused, of course. ]
[ ooc; This is [Bad username or site: vryvryfrigtning title=Larxene's @ livejournal.com] Other's ship, for future reference -- and of course III here =/=

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Well this was just odd. She's hasn't been exploring very long in this place (mostly because she got handcuffed on her arrival, not to mention whatever it was that made her behave like a fool), but the room was a surprise.
Saix is very much getting sick of surprises, and is too busy musing with an irritable expression to see Xaldin there for a moment.]
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You seem angry, Saïx.
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For good reason, Xaldin.
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What is this room?
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Take an intellectual guess.
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I see. [Time to leave, but another look is proving that there isn't a door other than.. what, a closet?]
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Whyever are they so familiar.
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[There's an odd sort of softness in her eyes. Old familiarity, perhaps?]
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[and she's off to the door that would lead to the deck of the ship.]
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What are you thinking?
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How many years ago was it, Larxene?
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[Which should give him an approximate range.]
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You missed it, I assume.
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