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[Feb. 27th, 2009|12:16 pm] |
*is on his way to Poker Night, mulling over ways to try and convince Egalmoth to play for fun for once, or maybe just token pocket change*
*considers this question long and hard before giving it up as a lost cause, simply resolving to abstain from alcohol for the evening, since things seem to rapidly go downhill after that second beer*
*wonders if perhaps he should declare a moratorium on Egalmoth's dealing rights, too. just to be safe.* |
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
*is slowly coming to the realization that, as uncomfortable and unnerving as her little heart-to-hearts are, they're actually preferable to the endless spates of skulking and goo-bullying in between*
*has, in fact, taken to trailing in the dark/light Valië's wake on a regular basis; quietly and cowering at first, but more boldly of late (said Valië doesn't seem to mind?)* *has seen all sorts of strange, far-flung corners of the Halls while in Nienna's company, and has even been permitted to crouch in the corner of her office while she "processes" mortal souls*
*is still a disembodied collection of disharmony, but at least she's not bored out of her fucking discorporated mind now?* |
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