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[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[Nothing too out of the ordinary here, just some normal-ish looking guy running past you in the hallway with a little black-haired kid tucked under his arm.

At a glance someone might mistake him for Braig... If perhaps, Braig was 10-20 years older and didn't go grey and hit a growth spurt in his 40s.

Too bad there isn't time for a closer look given that huge boulder rolling down the hall after him.
Nothing like a bit of running for your life to get the blood moving eh?]

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[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ She may be walking upside down, but what's that rumbling noise heading her way?

She assumes it's bad. What's that tall figure that looked ever so familiar -- ]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[Well, she could ask but this probably isn't a great time for answering questions even if he's got a good lead on that bolder. Shouldn't be too far till the end of the hallway and a turn off or something right?]

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ Clearly it's time for some intervention!! Possibly. She thought it was fun. The kid looked like her niece, too. Warping beside him now, but she'll stick to levitating (while moving the same speed as him, of course). ]

You know, you look like my sister.

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

Funny, you look like my brother.

[Well yes, it is- just because he has the means to stop it or take an easy way out doesn't mean he will. Who would want to ruin such an awesome, well-placed cliché? ...well maybe the kid he's carrying, but too bad for tiny!Vincent.]

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

And the kid looks just like my niece. [ Cue traditional hair ruffle! Yes, while they're still running, not that she is anyway. ]

Grim?

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

Braig?!

[Oh good, there's a a corner to turn off and a dead end for the bolder- the what the fuck stage of the conversation can wait for bolder to crash.]

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

Bingo! I'm a little surprised, too. [ Only not a whole lot, she's been around during her stay. She'll be watching the boulder crash, though. ]

1/2

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

It reminds me of-

2/2

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

wait, wait, wait, there's time for that later.
[Finally puts Vincent down]
Okay, first, what are you doing here? Second, where is here? Third, what happened to your eye?

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ Hoh, the niece nephew's taller this time. As expected. At least he's still adorable. ]

First: Accident. Second: Nexus. Third: Accident. My turn!

Were you on another adventure? [ Gestures to the rock. ]

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Well, he could drift out of the way of the rock himself, but Chessur opts for something a little more direct. Enjoy your new furry hat, Grimoire.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[As long as he's not attempting to eat his brain Grimmoire won't try to get the cat off him until they're all out of the way of the boulder though he's purposely ignoring all those convenient looking doors.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

I'll believe you; thousands wouldn't.

[read:he'll leave pressing about it till later. He's :| about the eye because what's little brosis been up to?]

Yes, though, it's like someone built an entire temple of film clichés.

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ That's a secret. Like the new eye color and ears? Hairflip! ]

Well, enjoy the new twilight zone. That's how the dressing room plays out.

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[He'll chat with you about that when he's not pumped up on adrenaline and film related geekery young lady.]

Sounds like fun.

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ It was interesting;; She points to him, then Vincent, then herself. ]

That's why we have the gender thing between us, but I'm sure the brother-type's around.

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Fortunately, Chessur has little interest in his brain. He prefers tea.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[Then of course there's no need to remove him, at least until the turn off that's coming up.

Chessur has little Vincent's attention though.]

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Chess isn't exactly looking at Vincent, but after a moment his tail starting twitching. Whether it's on purpose or not is anyone's guess.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

[Vincent might try to pet the tail, but his ability to reach might be a bit limited so it's probably more of a vague batting at it.

Here's that corner we've been hearing so much about, just perfect for observing the destruction of a poor, innocent, cliché boulder. After which Grimmoire will look into lightening his load.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

I assume he suffered the same 'accident'?

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ Quirks her brow twice in affirmation. ] Well, it's a guess, although I'd love to hear his story anyway.

Since it looks like you and the big sis took the same route, how've you been?

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Chess purrs to himself as he watches the boulder destroy itself. He'll speak up... in a moment or so.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

Now that we're out of the way, would you mind getting off?

[Puts Vincent down.]

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

Staying entertained.

[Well, he can hardly say 'staying out of trouble' can he? Those tombs to raid themselves damn it.

Since Grimmoire's being such a responsible parent, Vincent's investigating a nearby closet.]

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

[Stays put.]

[kissybangbang.livejournal.com]

[ Heeey you look like my sister when you do that /HER THOUGHTS, there is grinning though. After a moment, she looks towards Vincent. ]

Careful. The rooms here are pretty lively.

[thebrothergrimm.livejournal.com]

Will you?

[Of course when all else fails, there's small children and guns.]

[madvaporskillz.livejournal.com]

[Ah, this one knows what questions to ask.]

Now that you ask, I believe I will.

[Just... don't expect him to jump, since what he does could more accurately be called 'flowing'. Regardless, in short order there's a cat floating in midair a ways in front of him.]