Asleep? HA. *cheerfully* It was all part of my clever ruse. And you totally fell for it.
*lets you down and leads you back to his little roadside station* What news from the marches, soldier?
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Date: 08/19/2007 14:08:03
*eyerolls*
I don't have any news because I get it all from you and you've been nowhere.
*digs in her shoulder bag and pulls out an avocado-coloured tupperware* Date squares.
*picks up where her non-linear, unverbalized thought process she left off* Except for Túrin. That was weeks ago. And he's Vala! I can't believe you left that out.
Whaaa?! *sticks out his lower lip pitifully* I've been recovering from my near-death experience at the hands of armed Fëanorians. Well. Near-inconvenience, at the very least.
Date squares.
Oh, brilliant. *steals one and crams the whole thing into his mouth* 'anks, 'ell's.
I can't believe you left that out.
*can follow you well enough that it's a bit scary* id I? Aw. Oo's got tie fer- *swallows* -the little details?
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Date: 08/19/2007 14:25:42
at the hands of armed Fëanorians
*drops her mouth open* :o *drops into the chair opposite yours* *drops her bag off her shoulder onto the ground*
*falls into a hushed whisper* You had to fight armed Fëanorians? *finds this only cements her belief that No Good Can Come of The Nasty Cave Delving* So you came out here where it's safer. *nods*
*keeps going* Well, yeah, and he's like, leading the army and stuff except he was really stressed so he had to come away to get a break and I really think he should just come out here where it's nicer like the old days and he has a girlfriend too and blushed about it and everything she'd probably like it better too she's like us anyway.
*modestly* Mm-hmm. There were at least eight of 'em. Probably more like a dozen. Come to spring their brother out of jail, you know? Which they managed fairly quickly actually.
So you came out here where it's safer.
*bites back a laugh* That sounds pretty good to me but I think saying so might get me fired.
she's like us anyway
*stretches and crosses his legs at the ankles* I dunno. Beleg's all civilised and office-y now. It's kinda weird. *half-seriously* But maybe if you and I put our heads together we can work out a long-term kidnapping or something? You don't have to go in, I'll handle that part.
he should just come out here where it's nicer
*pokes you and arches an eyebrow knowingly* You don't say.
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Date: 08/19/2007 14:47:14
There were at least eight of 'em. Probably more like a dozen
*with rapt fear attention* Wwwow. But they wouldn't fire you. Then they'd have one less person helping and that'd make no sense.
You don't have to go in, I'll handle that part.
*eyerolls at your obvious tease* Breaking the law. As if. Ha-ha, Mablung. Wood-elves never need convincing. :p
You don't say.
*doesn't blush, doesn'tdoesn'tdoesn'tokaymaybealittle* Well it is nicer! And I liked it when he was here. It was fun. We just hung out. And he never acted like I was weird.
*smiles!* Would you mind writing a thousand-word essay to that effect and mailing it to the papers? It's pretty much a long-standing fact that I can use all the help I can get.
*laughing* According to Thingolaw you may already be an accessory. It's fine, though, really. All the cool kids are doing it.
Well it is nicer!
*nostalgically* It was fun, wasn't it? Though the city absolutely has its charms. Túrin was a weird-ass kid.
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Date: 08/19/2007 21:36:58
*shakes her head* Aw, now Mablung. Everyone knows your eyes are always open. Except when it's nap time. ;) They don't need to be, like, coherent, do they?
Though the city absolutely has its charms
That's what Túrin says but I don't think I believed him either. He says the suburbs have real trees?
*making his way through the date squares with alarming rapidity* Hey. I made that momentous arrest, I'll have you know. He was twenty feet tall and fire-breathing at the time. Coherent? Is that a river in the Falas?
*nods sagely* They really, really do. But other than that the suburbs sorta suck. The city's where all the good clubs and pubs and brothels--er, br...asseries are.
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Date: 08/19/2007 21:56:50
*takes the container from you and picks off the last one* *gives it back so you can get the crumbs* :p
I made that arrest
See? You got nothing to worry about.
brothels
*clears her throat* *movingrightalong* *screws her face into a frown* I don't get it. Túrin said the suburbs were like the worst of everything all combined. I still think you're all loony.
Túrin said the suburbs were like the worst of everything all combined.
*considers* Yeah, I can see that, actually. *frowns in mock concern* All of us are loony? *makes a show of feeling your forehead* Oh, dear. It's the crazy pox for sure.
*sunnily but not very seriously* Come back with me to town for a bit. The topmost level gets real, actual sun. You can meet my sort-of wife. The seriously-crazy one.
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Date: 08/19/2007 22:13:29
Xo! *shakes her head and tries to dust them out of her hair*
*bats your hand away* Yes, all of you. *thinks long and hard for a second* But if you haven't started eating the raw fish and seaweed you can't be that far gone and you... have. ... A wife?
*cheerfully* You know I'll eat anything. Dates, raw fish, tin cans...
you... have. ... A wife?
Ah. No. Not technically. She's a bit batshit to be marrying anyone but I really do like her quite a lot. Oh, and also? She's Túrin's sister. *casually* Don't tell him I called her that--'wife', I mean, not 'batshit'--or he'll gut me like something you'd never eat raw.
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Date: 08/19/2007 22:35:48
She's Túrin's sister. *casually* Don't tell him I called her that--'wife', I mean, not 'batshit'
Not exactly, no. Which is why you don't tell him, see? *grins* As long as she doesn't ever speak to him again, it'll all work out swimmingly. Or me either, I suppose. I'm a shit liar about some things. And he'd know anyway maybe? Powers and shit?
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Date: 08/19/2007 23:00:05
*uncomfortably* But... he'd have to know if it's his sister, wouldn't he? And he can READ MINDS for real and everything.
*shifts from foot to foot* But you seem... really happy?
*pats you* Aw, don't worry about it. He just needs some time to get used to the idea. So the fact that nothing has really changed should help. I think I'd die if I had to sleep with the same person every day.
you seem... really happy?
Oh, yeah. Niënor's amazing in the sack a great girl. When she's firing on all cylinders, I mean.
*raises an eyebrow* But why don't I ever hear about your sordid lust life?
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Date: 08/19/2007 23:13:24
*shakes her head* I really don't get you sometimes, Mablung. :p
But why don't I ever hear about your sordid lust life?
*suddenly goes red all the way to the tips of her ears* Shuddup? *starts to concentrate really hard on getting the lid back on the tupperware*
*tickles harder* *in a high, squeaky voice that's nothing like yours* Dear Diary: Today I saw Túrin and he's soooo handsome. But Mablung is handsomer. I wish he wasn't my cousin!
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Date: 08/20/2007 08:09:38
*loses her balance and falls off her chair*
*can't breathe from the embarassment giggling*
That's not true Except the first part and I do not sound like that, Mablung of the Wood.
*with flaming red cheeks* Besides just 'cause if I think Túrin's handsome doesn't mean I don't want to be his friend.
*brightly* Sure. *takes out your board* But if you don't accept "QLZBRWE" this time, I'm quitting. It's definitely Taliska or something.
Do too.
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Date: 08/20/2007 08:44:05
*gets back up on her seat* *hooks her ankles around the chair legs* *a little sing-songily* And the score from that game is still unproven until you find the dictionary.
But...but...but...!! I don't know how I feel about these tactics of yours. I'm pretty sure you can't stick whole new words on other words. *sticks G-R-O-U-C-H in front of your 'O'*
*innocently* Sure. She lives with her mom and the kid sister in a nice brownstone not too far from the palace.
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Date: 08/20/2007 10:58:37
*puts two fists on her hips* Now that IS a name. *re-arranges them and takes the R-O-U-C-H and appends them to the C in CAT* Am I going to have to do this all for you?
not too far from the palace
*remains calm enough to not immediately break into hyperventilating gasps* You don't say?
...a hundred and one...hundred and two...screw that, that's good enough.
*examines the grass for signs of your movements*
*eventually comes up beneath the tree right next to yours* *plunks himself down in the shade happily and closes his eyes* ...fifty-six...fifty-seven... *yawns*
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Date: 08/20/2007 18:52:26
*climbs up to a large branch*
*sits on the crook and leans against the trunk* :)
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