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Mystic Grille (Jamie/Kali/Mekare/etc)
For Jamie Lloyd, life was a constant shell game with one exception¡her role being that of the small ball instead of the player. It had been this way since the night when as a teenager she escaped on Halloween from the underground facility where the ¡®man in black¡¯ had kept her along with her uncle. She remembered seeing ¡®Smith¡¯s Grove Sanitarium¡¯ on a woman's name badge¡her only way of knowing where the then frightened nine year old girl had been taken. ? She wasn't allowed to roam free or even have that much interaction with people at all. But hadn't the way the ¡®man in black¡¯ ?lurked outside peering in at her from time to time. He seemed intrigued at the connection she shared with her uncle or so she gathered from his line of questioning. But why? He never explained it.? ? He wasn't the only one she glimpsed through that small pane of glass but while there were countless others the one that stuck out in her memory was her uncle, Michael Myers, who was led down the hallway on rare occasions. But to where? For what? So many secrets. So many unanswered questions. ? Her nights were always the same, laying there in the darkness offering up prayers to whoever was up there listening, until one night when screams echoed through the corridors. It was such a terrible sound, one followed by that of a baby crying. ? It was during the days that followed she discovered the truth of what happened that night¡HIS daughter was born. There must have been a million thoughts which crossed the then barely even eleven year old¡¯s mind. But first and foremost was that of family, both the one she believed to be lost and the one here. ? The ¡®man in black¡¯ was particularly pleased, if she hadn't known better she would have sworn the child to be his. There had to be some sort of rhyme or reason to it. But she didn't dare ask, not when she suspected knowing to be a more frightening prospect than not. ? Whenever she looked back there were certain memories that always seemed to stick out. Meeting her chosen (who was only a toddler then) for the first time. Watching as a six year old girl wordlessly stabbed one of the nurses. Or the night they were helped to escape during the chaos when Michael had gotten loose and started killing his way through the staff. ? She remembered the precise moment when while at the bus station the thought of abandoning the little girl crossed her mind. Who would have blamed her? Not anyone who knew about her family or who the child's father was. But having recalled what it was like to be treated so cruelly by other children simply because of her being related to HIM¡to the ¡®boogeyman¡¯ she hadn't been able to do it. ? Sometimes it was a little hard to believe it was fifteen years ago instead of only yesterday they fled on foot in the pouring rain in the middle of the night. She had so wanted to see both of her adoptive parents again after eight years of being held captive but her old home was the first place anyone would look for them. ? She reached out to Loomis who gave her all the help she needed despite his concerns about Michael¡¯s daughter. Certain eerie similarities couldn't be ignored with her cousin having been six years old when she stabbed that nurse or her silence. Though it took a few years the latter eventually ended.? ? It was two months ago that they picked up and moved to Mystic Falls, another town in a long line of places to be called home. They were just starting to get settled in, Jamie had her job as bartender at the Mystic Grille and they were able to rent an apartment above it.? ? The brunette was wiping the bar down as she looked around ever vigilant as she lived in fear of the day when either her uncle or the ¡®man in black¡¯ found them and for that reason was probably a little strict with her cousin even though she was now a grown woman herself. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (ooc: Was watching Halloween: H20 last night and got all inspired. Introduction of Michael¡¯s daughter coming in the near future.) |
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Re: Leaving Mystic Falls (Elena/Mihnea)
"All in time,"Mihnea told her, unconcerned.
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"From what you said about Damon's emotions or current lack there of, nothing will happen until we've landed and it's alright to turn the phone on again."
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He looked out of the window, expression blank.
"So...your witch. Does she have a demon? Cause mine does. Not really in thee mood for a pissing contest considering as this isn't his particular thing I'd have to pay up big. But if I have to pay up big he'll earn it. Does your with know the damage a demon can do?"
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The questions were put calmly, almost blankly. He truly did not wish to fuck with Rasputin on this one but the little girl needed to appreciate the kindness she was being shown while he practiced playing nice as he had promised Rebecca he would.
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Re: Wedding Plans (Klaus/Tatia)
Tatia tried to recall as much of the scrapbook as memory allowed so as to better know what to expect from a modern wedding. But in the end all that truly mattered was that at long last they would be husband and wife. It was a thing that should have happened long ago and might well have were it not for her having mistakenly listened to the advice of his mother.
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¡°I know a little of weddings these days as Caroline¡¯s daughters were showing me an old scrapbook of hers.¡± She remembered being surprised at how it was all planned out right down to the smallest detail. Leaving only one thing to chance¡the identity of her future husband. But apparently that was sort of her ¡®thing¡¯ or so she'd been told.
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If it were any other time she would found herself watching the scenery as was so often the case but instead her brown eyes remained fixed on him. ¡°To be honest after what a little birdie told me¡I am curious to see what you choose.¡± Not everything she'd been told was bad as Caroline mentioned those rare moments when he either chose a dress or piece of jewelry that impressed her.?
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¡°I confess, I haven't given much to weddings since my return, but¡I have always sort of favored the outdoors. Perhaps because it seems the most familiar.¡± In a world where it was all so different she found herself drawing comfort from the little things as means of coping.?
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Her smile brightened at his mention of how the night would end. ¡°Always and forever.¡±? |
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Salvatore Boarding House: Desperate Times (Bonnie/via text Enkil)
Bonnie lingered in the kitchen for a while as she began sorting things out. It was not entirely surprising when Hayley reached out for help but for Klaus to do so without any threats being thrown into the mix for good measure was a bit of a shock. Shaking that off she started to wonder what this mysterious threat to his daughter may be. ? Having not heard anyone come back inside she went outside to see if she could locate her friend as she suspected the other doppelg?nger to be off somewhere having a long overdue conversation with Klaus. ¡°Elena!?¡± She called out when she wasn't immediately visible. ? Pulling out her phone she sent a quick text updating her on the status of things.? ? //Nobody died.// ? She stepped out further onto the porch as her eyes moved over the bits of the yard that could be seen thanks to the light. It seemed odd that Elena would go for a walk at night even with things having been quiet. ?The thought causing her to look back at the glowing screen. Nothing. She sent another text.? ? //Where are you?// ? This time she didn't lower the small device instead she kept staring at its screen as if by sheer will alone she could cause her friend to respond when minutes passed and still nothing the witch dialed her number. ¡°Come on, Elena¡pick up the phone.¡± When after several rings it went straight to voicemail she let out a frustrated sigh. ¡°Elena, call me back.¡±? ? Upon hanging up she almost instantly pulled up the number of someone who she hoped her missing friend might be with. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility he'd had a change of heart. ¡°Come on, Damon¡¡± She didn't know if he would even answer but she had to know whether Elena was with him.? |
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Re: Leaving Mystic Falls (Elena/Mihnea)
Elena could only hope this plan of his would be successful as the last thing she needed was another grave to mourn. It was difficult enough to losing him back then, a thing made harder by heightened emotions. Could this man be persuaded to spare Damon's life? For now she could hope as to consider the alternative would be too much.
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She looked over at him when he spoke of his friend. ¡°Heretic?¡± It was a term she remembers hearing in the months leading up to the sleeping curse. But another possibility couldn't be ruled out as up until tonight she would have said a vampire capable of the things he claimed to be was only in the movies.
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¡°Bonnie might surprise you.¡±
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She reached into her pocket withdrawing the small device as it began to buzz once more and almost immediately opening the first of two texts.?
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//Nobody died.//
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It was a relief to know the conversation hadn't ended in bloodshed because honestly she figured things might take a turn for the worse with the two of them alone together for any length of time. She moved on to the next message without responding to the first.?
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//Where are you?//
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She sat quietly staring at the screen with thumbs poised to type out a response but instead laid it down on her lap. Temporarily distracted by the question asked of her. ¡°I¡¡± Her words cut off as the phone began to ring forcing her to look down once more to see the name of her best friend shown on the screen.
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There was a moment of hesitation before she followed the pilot¡¯s instructions and carefully slipped the phone back into her pocket. ¡°IF your plan works and Damon gets worried about where I am or what may happen to me¡he¡¯ll go to her for a locator spell.¡± She paused thinking about what she was saying.?
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¡°So, I think she should be told what's going on or at the very least that this is all to knock some sense into Damon. Because right now¡that's a plan she could get behind. Maybe even be willing to pretend her locator spell failed.¡± |
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Re: SH: Into the Woods (Regina/Emma/etc)
Regina noted there didn't seem to be a lot of traffic on this road so if they were to make into town it would likely be on foot. Without any knowledge of the ¡®landscape¡¯ as it were teleportation might be a huge risk but then again remaining in the woods out in the open could be worse with their headless friend about. Once she finished the spell to heal herself she turned her attention more fully to the conversation.
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¡°Which raises the question of whether them finding us was a coincidence or if she had something to do with us winding up here?¡± She spared a glance towards the ¡®hero¡¯ who pinned so much hope on finding Hook and to have that search ended so abruptly¡maybe indefinitely. It was a pain she wouldn't wish on anyone.
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Her eyes moving over each member of their little group still troubled by what the smirking woman might have planned. To top it off there was the fact Gold didn't seem at all bothered with present circumstances. She wouldn't put it past him to have a hand in this.
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When the vampire spoke up she looked in his direction with a slight shrug. ¡°One way to find out.¡± One hand gracefully gesturing toward town not particularly looking forward to setting foot there on the off chance it was just another layer of the underworld. But she supposed if they didn't keep moving like a rat in a maze they would never find there way out.? |
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Re: MF: Something Wicked? (Pandora/Lucy/Miranda/etc)
Pandora caught a glimpse of a darkness blanketing only small section of sky as it drifted off to the west. Her mind instantly going to a place that most would accuse her of being paranoid but with the number of people searching for her box it was hardly unreasonable to reach the conclusion one of her enemies was making another attempt.?
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She stepped closer to the porch¡¯s edge to get a better look, relieved the countless wards and protection spells seemed to be doing their job as it passed on by the small farm she called home. As an afterthought she wondered if perhaps it might have had something to do with ¡®sleeping beauty¡¯ which was far more likely than her other two houseguests.
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Miranda paced up and down the length of the hallway as she fought the temptation to go into town looking for her children. Both of whom would no doubt be furious at her for allowing them to think her dead for going on ten years now. But what other choice did she have? When she'd left town after the accident at Wickery Bridge the plan was always to die for a second and final time.?
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Though fate had other plans as she happened upon a wreck just outside of town and against her better judgment stopped to see if she could help. The driver must have been killed on impact but the passenger was hanging on by a thread. She could feel her body pushing her to complete the transition at the sight of so much blood. She went to step away to call for ambulance when a weak hand caught her wrist followed by the words ¡®please, don't leave me.¡¯
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If only she hadn't stopped at the dying woman's request then maybe she would have been successful in getting as far away from any living person as was possible. But she took pity, remaining at her side while she made the call which proved more of a temptation than she could resist leading her to feed.?
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She fled at the first sound of sirens as a ¡®dead woman¡¯ couldn't very well afford to be spotted by local authorities. Especially when the sheriff was one of her oldest and dearest friends. How could she have faced her? Having been a member of the council herself she knew precisely what would happen with her body having disappeared from the morgue in the hours following the accident.
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Her thoughts turning to the hours before their car went off Wickery Bridge as she tried to piece together what happened. She remembered being concerned about someone who claimed to just be passing through only no one could recall seeing them during the day, so she called Liz but there was no answer then¡a knock at the door. Jeremy invited them in.
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There was nothing out of the ordinary¡just three people sitting around making polite conversation over coffee then as she offered to get refills the well dressed gentlemen rose to help and it seemed by accident the mug fell from his hand. It splashed onto Grayson who excused himself then went upstairs to change while she went into the kitchen to get something to clean it up with.?
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When they all sat back down she noticed the coffee tasted a little strange but when no one else seemed bothered she assumed she was coming down with something. But looking back that had to be when vampire blood got into her system.?
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She stopped her pacing outside the guest room where the mysterious raven haired woman lay ¡®sleeping¡¯. But everything she knew of vampires came from the journals Grayson¡¯s ancestor who stated the originals were no more than a thousand years old and yet everything her friend had sensed contradicted all she knew or thought she knew.
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Her hand coming to rest on the door knob as she briefly considered entering the room to see if she could get inside her head. But first she needed to check up on Lucy, if that was in fact her name. Turning the brunette headed back down the hallway toward the stairs and down into the living room. A smile beginning to form as she heard an old Dracula movie playing on the television.
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Lucy sat with her feet gently tucked underneath her on the couch where she'd spent the better part of the day since the general consensus seemed to be that perhaps these movies held the key to unlocking her memories. It was such an odd conclusion to be sure but there were bits and pieces that felt strangely familiar. Most likely because she'd either seen the films before or quite possibly read the book at some point in her life.?
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Only that didn't seem quite right. It was funny how she couldn't even remember something as basic as her name or favorite flavor of ice cream but could be almost of the fact she didn't belong here. But was it this town or perhaps the time period? Everything seemed so odd from the clothing to the devices they used.?
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Could it be that she hadn't lived in this era at all? She wasn't supposed to be listening but her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she'd overheard a conversation about the dead returning. At first she readily dismissed all such talk as that of a madwoman as surely there was no coming back from it and then later on began to wonder if this explained her memory loss. Would she ever recover it? Or was she to be a blank slate the rest of her life? That hardly seemed fair.?
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¡°I am Lucy Westenra.¡± She spoke softly as if seeing how the name felt on her tongue. Why did it feel almost familiar at times and others sound so funny? Sighing as she stared at the image of a man with slicked back hair wearing long sweeping cape moved across the screen. Somehow certain that wasn't accurate.
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The redhead frowned at the thought as she couldn't quite figure why she would think such a thing. More questions began swirling around inside her head. ¡°Just what I bloody needed.¡± She murmured to herself not knowing that Miranda was standing off to one side behind her.?
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Re: MF: Something Wicked? (Mekare/Armand/etc)
She stood in the doorway, regarding the tableau before her numbly. It was easier to be numb and to then simply retreat inside of herself than to...act...to react, to not know what to do c or perhaps worse to take charge. It seemed she too often made a mess of things when...or no she supposed she didn't make a mess of things, just...she wasn't accustom to thinking. 6000 years alone made that not an option if one were to remain sane. One retreated until the dreams had woken her giving her guidance and a reason as well as hope. the belief that Maharet could truly be alive and be found. Poetic justice of a twisted sort that it had taken Akasha and her spawn to do it.
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But now there was another odd problem...Armand unresponsive, and her twin near to it, but there was activity of a mental sort going on with Maharet. Just not enough...so it was alarming. The strangeness of it all was alarming. What should she do? What if she did nothing? One hand slowly moved up to touch her right cheek where Armand had slapped her hard to rouse her the last time she hadn't reacted...he had apologized...he was only alarmed and needed to do something to shake her up...It hadn't mattered. Dropping her hand slowly to her side once more, Mekare walked slowly and silently across the room, concern filling her rather than the detachment now that she'd actually begun to move.
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Lifting Armand from were he was slumped atop her sister. she cradled his shoulders in one arm and slapped him hard across the? face with her other hand.
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When his eyes opened she simply smiled.
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Her green gaze then moved to her twin without releasing her grip on Armand. Maharet hadn't moved, and wasn't even looking at her though her eyes were open.
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"What happened," Mekare asked slowly.
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"Do you need? to be hit again," she asked Armand when he only silently shook his head. The honest question drew nother headshake as he slumped against the twin he had begun to think of as a sister.
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"Akasha was nothing. What is coming...it is going to be bad. It may use vampires...they may wish to make use of vampires if they consider us all to be evil."
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He crossed himself.
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"If we hide...perhaps the world will end without? our participation. Then we can...Start over."
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Those words came from Maharet, spoken as calmly as ever but now more detached and stunned than Mekare had ever heard her sister speak.
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She was beginning to wish she'd simply pushed aside all Armand had taught her and gone with her initial instinct to simply retreat inside of herself where it was quiet and safe and restful. There deep within she did not need to worry over what should be done. No coping or processing in there. And out here she was always confused, at least most of the time, and it was rapidly getting worse.
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"If we are lucky god will want us to serve in his army, but it was you who called us damned," Armand said, gaze on Mekare.
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His words were thoughtful, and nearly calm, but the red head didn't like the look in his eyes for it was one of slowly escalating panic. She didn't? like her sister to behave so strangely, and Armand...in their ways they were? the? stabilizing presence's in her life, each in their? own fashion keeping her mind here and grounded.
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"If someone wants us all dead they only have to kill Mekare. This could be a danger now more than ever. We have to go somewhere," Maharet said, rising to her feet, movements sluggish and nearly reluctant with her own shock.
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Mekare compressed her lips. Dying, being a target for something she'd never wanted, but only taken from necessity being the end of her was simply too unfair. yet if someone else had it and they were killed, she would die anyway. That silent conversation had run itself through her head more than once...more than 50 times over the years.
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"So we go hide. Mekare you need to go pack," Maharet said, at last? sounding like herself again.
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A glance at the immobile Armand made Mekare deciding that even packing without yet knowing why was easier on her mentally than whatever this was so she sighed, and merely nodded before leaving the room, green dress flowing around her as she walked.
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"They can find us anywhere," Armand said after she had gone.
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"Of course your god and devils can, but other vampires cannot and we have no idea how frenzied they will become when this awareness spreads," Maharet said. ?
He shrugged and nodded, gaze moving listlessly to the window.
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"Do you know how odd...how insane it feels to take your god seriously," Maharet exclaimed, raising slender hands in frustration.
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"He is a mad god..."
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Mekare would've said they had already killed one mad queen, but this was more and worse. Far worse.
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Re: Plans To Escape: Leaving it all Behind (Kol/Davina)
Davina opened her mouth preparing to either point out that made it her business as well or to say something further about her theory regarding whatever it was headed towards the west when she felt a slight shudder. It was frightening to consider Inadu¡¯s reach extending this far and she was convinced her followers had to be involved.
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¡°Do you¡think that Freya will help them?¡± In her short time here she had grown to consider them all friends and would always be grateful for the way they took her in without expecting anything in return. ¡°If it's her¡Inadu or¡¡± She sighed not really wanting to think about it too much. ¡°Bonnie may need backup.¡± No matter how desperately she was to stay out of it she had to be sure there was someone to step up in her place.?
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When plans seemed to suddenly change following an upward glance she looked out the window at least relieved it hadn't come back. ¡°Okay, so, we go somewhere that we can take care of the turning me part of that plan and I wake up we deal with the rest?¡±
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MF: Something Wicked? (Mekare/Armand/etc)
OOC, Not mentioning Mekare until I hear back on where she may be, but got inspired...
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"What..."
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The soft voice, and the gentle hand on her shoulder told Maharet that he understood, at least to some extent, the severity of the situation. There was no annoyed tone, no sharpness, no accusation as their could've been upon seeing her in such a...diminished perhaps even disgusting state, hunched into a ball on the floor in the shadow of evening. Even if she wished to take an unnecessary breath to ground herself, she was unable, so constricted was her chest.
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"It's really bad," she managed,, hearing the misery and fear in hr own softly spoken words.
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"I don't know...if we'll survive this one, Armand. I don't think I can handle knowing all this...I don't want to believe in god or angels. That's...your thing."
"Alright," he said carefully after a long pause.
Silently he hoped she wasn't coming unraveled as some ancient ones were said to do. Not her. Not his beautiful one.
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"I'll bite. Did you see God?"
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A single dry sob escaped her as she? remained hunched, arms around her knees in her flowing earth toned simple summer dress, long red copper curls falling curtain like over her marble features.
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The hair masked the upset and horror surely written on her face that Armand could clearly hear in her voice.
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"I dreamed of angels and devils, but no god. Still with angels and devils there must be a god. They are coming Armand, just like in that good book of yours I believed to be so silly and trite. What an awful world this is, worse than I ever believed if such things are allowed to ride. I saw them in my dreams...riding. Though I did not wish to see them I did. If tearing my eyes out would stop it I would!"
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"Maharet," He moved to stand in front of her, hating the feelings of helplessness that gripped him.
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She suddenly rose with a speed only a vampire could manage.
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"Make it stop, Andre," she said, slender hands coming out to catch hard at his shoulders.
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Only instead of making it stop, he saw what she saw when he sank his fangs into her neck. And then he blacked out. His mind unable to process the sight of the oncoming 4 and the carnage and waste they would bring.
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Re: Town Square (David/Katrina/etc)
"Trying to live their lives from the lives of others...Sounds evil to me," David said mildly.
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"Though perhaps some is more unintentional than others, nonetheless."
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Sometimes, okay a lot of the time his father saw things in black and white...stark shades of both, but sometimes he was right.
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"Do you think your friend there will feel her? out," he asked with an arched? brow in Mat's direction, indicating him as said friend.
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He was guessing. She had looked toward him when mentioning the friend and the vampires, could be coincidence, but David had learned to watch for? such as tells.
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"Could draw less attention and perhaps she'd feel too pressured or cornered with too many interested parties in her face."
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Re: Town Square (David/Katrina/etc)
¡°I got no love for vampires but¡according to someone I trust with my life¡they aren't all monsters out for the kill¡some are just trying to live their lives.¡± Katrina kept her socializing to a minimum on that front but she did trust Matt¡¯s judgment and if he said that one was not the enemy then they probably weren't too bad. ¡°Can't say that I know the witch too well but¡¡±
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She trailed considering her next words carefully. ¡°according to my friend over there she doesn't go handing out daylight rings like candy to trick-or-treaters. Mostly to friends who by sheer accident find themselves turned as they try to teach them how to survive without killing.¡± The huntress didn't quite know how she felt about having this conversation on the town square but fortunately no one seemed to be paying them any mind.?
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¡°From what I have heard her feelings are¡complicated when it comes to vampires.¡± Out of loyalty to Matt she wasn't using names as there was no telling whether this guy would run off half cocked and attack someone who had done no wrong simply because of alliances or what they were.
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MF: Something Wicked? (Pandora/Lucy/Miranda/etc)
Pandora enjoyed a rather peaceful life these days as very few disturbed the old farmhouse she had called home for the past three years. Blending in easily enough with the locals while keeping them blissfully unaware of her true identity. There were, after all, so few people who were¡open minded enough to handle discovering the existence of the supernatural.? ? So, she imagined it was better all around if they weren't clued into the fact she was a nearly four thousand year old witch and that yes¡she was THAT Pandora only as was so often the case with history the facts weren't entirely accurate. Oh, there is a box alright it just isn't what everyone thought it to be and she wasn't responsible for unleashing the evils of the world. Quite the opposite actually.? ? She walked along the wraparound porch of her farmhouse with a distant look in her brown eyes as thoughts turned to the strange happenings of the last year. Two of which were presently residing under her roof. The first of which was lying in some sort of coma, of course, she hadn't arrived that way no she simply collapsed near the old barn and that was six months ago.? ? Ordinarily she would have called an ambulance but upon touching the mysterious woman with the raven hair she had gotten these flashes that suggested her to be around six thousand years old. The words ¡®Queen Of The Damned¡¯ could be heard though she got the distinct feeling they weren't spoken by this woman. Whatever her deal was there seemed to be powerful magic at work¡altering her somehow. Perhaps that explained why she hadn't yet come out of it.? ? Though there was something else she'd sensed¡memories locked away¡hers but not hers. It was almost as if¡this woman were possessed at one time or another for an extended period. Shuddering lightly at the thought of demons. They often caused nothing but chaos and ruin.? ? And as if that weren't enough her friend Miranda brought a young redhead suffering from severe memory loss and nightmares. What little she'd managed to figure out there so far was just a name¡Lucy Westenra. It had to be some sort of alias or perhaps the woman had a strange fixation with the Bram Stoker novel. ? Normally she avoided dealings with most vampires as so many only brought trouble to her doorstep¡a favor she gladly returned. But there were rare instances when one proved her wrong, such was the case when she'd met a woman named Miranda Gilbert almost a decade ago. She'd been recently widowed and struggling to come to grips with life as a vampire. ? Texting was their preferred method of keeping in touch though on occasion one would call the other and of course there were visits. But her friend had understandably avoided Mystic Falls as there were those who would stake her on sight simply for being what she was.? |
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Re: Wedding Plans (Klaus/Tatia)
Klaus couldn¡¯t believe this was really happening. He ffelt the same as tatia felt.??It all felt like a wonderful dream. He gotten in the vehicle and set forth towards town.??He knew he have to do a bunch of Conpelling of people to get this wedding set up quickly. ? He looked over to tatia seeing she was so happy and just as excited as he was.??though wedding were done differently in the old times he knew this would have to be a wedding she probably wasn¡¯t to familiar with.??He said ¡°wedding are a different experience than they were in our time. Though some things are the same. Regardless a dress for starters as for everything else let me take care of that.??you got any reuest while I get this wedding prepared. just think before the nights over ou will be m wife. I couldn¡¯t be happier.¡± |
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Re: Plans To Escape: Leaving it all Behind (Kol/Davina)
"Well alright," Kol said, speaking confidently to cover his unease.
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"I say we inform Bonny or someone who can inform Bonny as that sounds like witchy business to me. then we get you turned so they want nothing to do with you anymore which then leaves us to go on with our happy lives...and trust me they will be happy."
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Glancing up again, he saw that the thing, whatever it had been, was gone or at least not directly above them any longer because he honestly wasn't looking farther than that.
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"Upon 2nd thought lets still do all that but in a different order. Where we turn you first, then report itchy business then get on with our happy lives."
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Re: At The Diner (Cordelia/Jessica/Castiel/Halbrek/etc)
"And that's something Jessica will always have to live with now," Sam exploded.
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"Knowing her mom died for her. Way to? mess up your kid!" ?
Would Jessica even want to live under such a circumstance? Why was he focusing on this bit above everything else he wondered incredulously. Only having to think about that for a fleeting instant, he had the answer. It was simple really. that bit of news was the easiest to digest, understand and react to in any sort of way that anyone could call normal. Catching the fox demon frowning incredulously at him, he scowled back. He did not need a demon judging what he chose to focus on.
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He sighed, gaze returning to Cordelia.
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"So how did the two of you get to know one another and why didn't she try contacting me before," he asked almost too quietly.
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Mundane questions that hardly mattered. Not any better than the thing he chose to react to first. Good going, Sam. He avoided the fox demon's glance as he doubted the? sardonic or amused looks were going away any time soon. v? then a demon judging did make sense...God said not to judge, after all, so of course a demon would judge away.
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"Very good," Azi said with a chuckle, and Sam frowned.
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"Stay the hell out of my head," he snapped.
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"Quit radiating," Azi snapped back with a long suffering eye roll.
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Jessica's family like his? The unlikelyhood stunned Sam and made him wonder if their getting together was even an accident.
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Re: SH: Into the Woods (Regina/Emma/etc)
Spike noted his wound wasn't healing,. Something must have been in that blasted blade, he thought resentfully, still? boiling for a fight. At least it had stopped bleeding and for the moment he supposed there wre bigger things to worry about.
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"Well," Gold began.
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"We are all a very unique group. Perhaps she believes it's more advantageous to keep the likes of us around. I mean..." he tittered.
He'd have ;lifted his fingers? to count but his hands were currently full.
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"I mean a gremlin is trouble enough on his own, but ad a vampire, an evil sorceress, a hero who can be swayed, a dark cupid and...of course the likes of myself, and it's a veritable army of pain for the wrong person."
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Not that he was in the mood to be particularly helpful to anyone's dark causes that weren't his own, but Regina was talking about reasons they may have been spared.
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"At the very least, we may not been seen as a white light threat to...whatever her cause is."
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Considering the former queen had used white light to heal herself, he tittered again. He did never fail to amuse himself.
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"Sleepy Hollow?"
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Spike's tone was incredulous as they came upon the town's welcome sign.
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"Sleepy Hollow! Like Washington Erving's Sleepy Hollow. Really."
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"Well the headless bloke fits," Gold said dryly.
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Obviously very little surprised him. Apparently the poor vampire hadn't seen as much.
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"Only is this another level of hell or are we truly...back," Spike wondered.
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Re: SH: Outside the Diner (Vlad/Jenica/Mina/etc)
The mention of that wolf got a reaction. A flickering of pained emotion in his hardened features and Mina stepped forward and put a hand almost protectively on his arm.
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"Indeed Google would not know this...at least I do not see how it should," he murmured half to himself.
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Could Felix have gotten that from a dream even though he did not dream? The boy had bags of tricks, that was for sure. Was he of a mind to prove his family's power again...to prove how...hard they were because his sister had been attacked on an errand for him? if so he could almost forgive the personal nature of the attack as sometimes more painful measures were called for and that? he could respect.
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Vlad stared at her and frowned when she suggested he simply read her. He could not. He thought as much to Mina and felt her stiffen, the hand she'd placed on his arm tightening just a little. She was alarmed, likely concerned about demons.
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"What do you think would happen if I called our priest to pore holy water upon you," Mina asked quietly.
Vlad found himself mildly curious himself and watched the girl intently for her response.
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Drawing out his phone he hit the button that called Felix.
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"You."
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"You have made your? point? and I respect your stance. I of course was unaware that Franceska or? Renfield were going into any sort of danger, but it happened nonetheless. I did move to solve the problem at once, but if that? was not enough, your point is proven and as we are all friends here perhaps you should just tell me what you want."
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"What you talkin' about man? I'm just chillin with Ren and Franny. Iss all cool. Mihnea is on the Damon problem. It involves a pretty girl or 2 so I don't think even he minds too much."
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Felix's light hearted easy tone sounded usual for him, Vlad silently analyzed. He was probably good enough to fake it, though Vlad had never seen him do so.
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"So the girl you sent," he pressed.
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"She appears human but why can I not read her? is she one of your demons?"
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"Wa? I didn't? send no one. I swear man. Is this the thing about your sister you texted Franny about? i didn't even know you had one! Has up with that anyway? You need help?"
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The ready sincerity caused Vlad pause and though he wanted to continue to? mistrust, it may detract from figuring out this situation. He recalled Franceska's words some time ago. //Either we're friends now and we're good or we're not.//
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"you would just tell me," he asked Felix slowly.
"Because if you just tell me I will not be angry and I will provide you with whatever satisfaction you require, but if not, and if this is your doing, and you continue to? play, this shall strain our friendship perhaps beyond repair for their is no longer a reason to prove a point. I have chosen to become your friend some time ago and this is not the way in which I treat friends."
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Felix gave a short laugh.
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"Dude I swear I don't know what the fuck you're talking about and I'd be straight with you. Don't be weird. I didn't send no body to you. Are they saying I did?"
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"No."
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Knowing she could hear the conversation, as cell phones were so strangely loud, Vlad looked at the girl claiming to be his sister.
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"A person not a vampire that I can not read claims to be my long dead baby sister, but the story she weaves reminds me of one of those tv shows that you showed me and Mina."
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Felix laughed.
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"Wow. I don't know man. I can find out when she goes to sleep if she dreams."
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"You can find her by thinking of my sister? That is how it works?"
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"Yeah and if you text a picture it won't hurt. Keep her close and see what she want's and be careful. Mihnea will be annoyed shit happens where you need babysitting right when he's gone. Parents always need babysitting."
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"Thank you," Vlad said dryly, ignoring the bits about Mihnea and parents.? Hanging up he studied the phone with a perplexed frown.
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"How do I take a picture with this thing? it isn't as if I ever take pictures," he grumbled.
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"Here," Mina said, taking the phone and snapping a picture, then texting it to Felix.
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Vlad hadn't bothered to hide anything from this person as she should know exactly where she stood. If she was lying...he had a dungeon and a slow death for that.
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"If you are not my sister,? I will handle you the way I handled my enemies back when I earned my reputation. then I shall come for whoever sent you."
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Though he may seem nearly comically inept with some items of technology that he did not find useful, at times like this the act he was truly dangerous showed in his calm calculating delivery of such facts and the look of promise in his glittering green eyes.
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Though Mina was a far kinder soul, when people hurt her family she never interfered with Vlad's judgments so she remained calm and mildly impassive.
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"Google may not know of that wolf, but surely demons could," Vlad stated, at last explaining his reason for not readily opening his arms to a likely impostor when it could be more than dangerous to do so.
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Re: SH: Outside the Diner (Vlad/Jenica/Mina/etc)
Jenica hardly knew whether to hope this were an imposter or for it to be her brother though the former would make certain remarks sting far less. One eyebrow rose at his stance something she'd be a fool not to realize was intended to protect the woman claiming to Ilona. ¡°The only thing I used google for was to find out what became of my family following my death.¡± She struggled to keep her temper in check as it would get her nowhere fast.?
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¡°And I suppose that google knows all about the little wolf my brother carved as a birthday present for me because of how much I enjoyed listening to them each night as they roamed the woods? Oh, wait¡it doesn't. Only he and I knew.¡± It was back when she still so young and he¡¯d not made of giving it to her so no one else in the castle knew a thing about it. ¡°It was always at my bedside right up until the day I died.¡±
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She shot him a look of pure annoyance when he reached the conclusion this was all some sort of joke planned by a man whose name she'd never even heard of until that exact moment. Though the second name he used brought a look of sadness to her eyes that couldn't possibly be faked as her nephew was someone else she dearly missed.
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¡°Glad you find my suffering so amusing.¡± She stated with a coldness often reserved for those who found themselves on seriously dangerous ground with her for one reason or another. Tightly folding her arms across her chest as she struggled once more to keep her temper in check.
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¡°She wouldn't have thought so. Family was everything. At least the ones who were loyal.¡± Her eyes flicked to Ilona and back again, tipping her head as a thought crossed her mind. ¡°If you're as powerful as everyone says¡read my mind¡look into my soul¡whatever it is you do and tell me if I¡¯m lying. Unless¡you're afraid of what you might see¡¡± Her words meant both as a challenge and warning as demons could do far worse than any tortures inflicted by the Turks.
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Re: Leaving Mystic Falls (Elena/Mihnea)
Mihnea smiled slightly when she admitted to having had worse kidnappings.
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"And I have given worse...many did not survive, but those situations were different...The one I killed either posed a danger or needed to be ended to cow masses who posed a danger. I needed to use the death to demonstrate my power. But this situation is small and you will not be required to die. Just to pretend to be afraid and perhaps hurt. If anyone needs to die it would be him, thus vampire, if he refuses to settle himself," he explained casually.
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Glancing at her phone, Mihnea considered her words regarding witches.
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"I have my own magical back up but I respect him enough not to have him whooping your witch's ass over something stupid. Lets just say, though, he's a vampire, he has magic, and if she's in your infantile age group, he is older. He brought on the downfall of old Russia. No more kings."
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He chuckled, not sure how Rasputin would feel about his bragging over a thing he did not wish to happen even if he inadvertently contributed, but hell. It sounded impressive didn't it?
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He looked thoughtful. "What do you think we can tell her that will put her mind at ease?"
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"Nothing until the craft lands," the pilot called in his thick Russian accent as they began ascending.
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"Please turn off all devices and put on seat belt until sign come? on that? allows you to walk about cabin."
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"You heard the man," Mihnea told her cheerfully.
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