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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 30, 2011 23:00:13 GMT -5
"WHAT!? Are you MAD! The child is Crowe Crowe! He's only twelve years old!" He'd exclaim, his eyebrows twitched gently here and there between sessions of narrowing his eyes, trying to line up the shot past Cervantez. Though after a while his head fell over, almost slumping him to the ground. A second later signaled his hair becoming long white feather braided with other long strands of feathers of similar schema.
An aura of femininity came about him... Or was it her, now? Raising HER head up he'd look to the TV and the painted monkey in surprise and a slight bit of disbelief. After a few moments to reaffirm her position she'd stand up carefully, sighing gently.
"He is truly, truly such a handful." She'd say gently, her tone was that of a female's gentleness, as if she were a different person altogether. "But I love him regardless. He worries so much over the boy..." Her lithe hand came through her soft feathery hair, the black flames about his body had also shifted white with this transformation.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 1, 2011 0:18:55 GMT -5
the tv stopped dancing...and kind of looked at the 3 man women thing. literally stared long and hard. his face is moving in circles around the tv staring at..it..."yOu SIR! are very odd INDeed"
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 1, 2011 0:24:33 GMT -5
"Ummm yes you are interesting if I may inquire since you seem the most sane of all wh... ho.... ummm are you mad?" sttutering some of these as he does not know how to respond with out offending.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 1, 2011 22:50:25 GMT -5
" I am Helena, not Mad. Who is this mad? And WHY IS THIS PLACE SO DAMN DUSTY!" She pulled out a dust-buster from the messenger bag across her shoulder, starting to vacuum up the loose dust and dirt all about the room. She basically attacked the TV with the dust-buster, making sure it was spotless, with the aid of a rag-wipe-down.
"Cleeeean..." Her words rolled on in a monotonous dribble. Every stroke was clear and precise, the meters upon meters of dust she'd clean about the floor and the TV, as well as the tables and the chair seemed to lift off and leave a shine. Apparently she kept pretreated wipes hand on her at all times, as well as rubber gloves.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jul 1, 2011 23:25:06 GMT -5
((st note. are u spending glamour at all or have yyou? if u do let me know))
The tv chuckles as she attacks him with the rag YOU MISS are veRY interSTING a lost in every way
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 4, 2011 13:29:58 GMT -5
Whatching very intently cervantez had never seen someone clean with such a frenzy before the place looked brand new not like it mattered to him that much as she\he got around to where he was sitting he moved for fear she might try to clean his color but by the time she\he was done.
He said "Well that takes care of the mess I know times have been tough on everyone but I digress how have your lives been?"
As he walks towards the window and looks out like he is expecting someone to be following him. Then turns back with a soft smile.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 4, 2011 14:22:22 GMT -5
After finishing her frenzy the white feather haired woman settled onto the couch, now fully dusted and cleaned of its age old dirt. Helena could only breathe deep at the question Cervantez had laid out for her and the Television. She knew only what would be convenient while she was away, and the other two similar to her.
Still, the prospect of a freehold to take under her care brought her a smile, and to just imagine the PASTURES SHE COULD ROAM!
"I'm sorry to say that Allard and Crowe Crowe tell me only what seems convenient at the time. They are both very funny in their own way. I try my best to keep them both out of... Unnecessary trouble." Her body, though it was still males, gave off that feminine aura. It was more androgynous if any thing.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jul 5, 2011 1:31:06 GMT -5
Thanking about his words carefully and take his time he looks around the room. he sits back down and says with all the worth he can.
"For what it is worth I mean you know harm and if possible would like some company seeing how all I have done for awhile is travel. I can even try to keep yourselves out of complete trouble. *chuckling a bit* I mean after all what's life without a little trouble every once and awhile. It makes things more hmmm what's a good word for it ..... I guess fulfilling would work or interesting maybe even beautiful."
Having not felt this relaxed in awhile he seems to be letting down a couple of walls he lets his tough bravado take guard. trying to be as inviting as possible.
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