the most wonderful time of the year ( open to all people logically invited, forward-dated to 19 )
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December 17th, 2009
December 4th, 2009
November 1st, 2009
To anyone driving by, the plain looked normal enough. A flat stretch of Virginia, tucked out of the way of the highways and the major cities. Just a plot of land.
But underneath was a lab rushing with activity.
( It was times like this when Mimic wished he could duplicate himself still. )
But underneath was a lab rushing with activity.
( It was times like this when Mimic wished he could duplicate himself still. )
October 3rd, 2009
July 27th, 2009
People should have suspected something was unusual from the fact that St. John Allerdyce had been relatively quiet for the past while. He hadn't even burnt anything down, despite occasionally being tempted to do just that. He still wasn't happy about being at the school.
However, there was one good reason to remain here, and Marie-Ange had said she wanted to meet. St. John could never keep a lady waiting. It just would have been rude. There were a ton of other trite lines on the tip of his tongue about defending her honor and pledging his eternal loyalty to her, vowing to solve the mystery of the Academy if it was the very last thing he did. Thankfully, he kept those comments to himself for now.
John had always had a flare for the dramatic. But something in his head was just making it worse.
Knocking on her door, he stepped back and folded his hands behind his back. "Lady? Be you decent?"
It just wouldn't do to visit her at an inopportune moment.
However, there was one good reason to remain here, and Marie-Ange had said she wanted to meet. St. John could never keep a lady waiting. It just would have been rude. There were a ton of other trite lines on the tip of his tongue about defending her honor and pledging his eternal loyalty to her, vowing to solve the mystery of the Academy if it was the very last thing he did. Thankfully, he kept those comments to himself for now.
John had always had a flare for the dramatic. But something in his head was just making it worse.
Knocking on her door, he stepped back and folded his hands behind his back. "Lady? Be you decent?"
It just wouldn't do to visit her at an inopportune moment.
June 9th, 2009
St. John Allerdyce was not having a good day.
He had been knocked out in a Brotherhood brawl one minute, and then next he was on a plane. 10 years later, a wallet full of cash, and a ticket to Sydney. This was not on.
He used his considerable charm, but mostly the wallet full of cash, to change his flight during the layover in Hawaii. He was on stand-by for a flight to DC.
( That flight left him a lot of time to read all the latest papers. )
He had been knocked out in a Brotherhood brawl one minute, and then next he was on a plane. 10 years later, a wallet full of cash, and a ticket to Sydney. This was not on.
He used his considerable charm, but mostly the wallet full of cash, to change his flight during the layover in Hawaii. He was on stand-by for a flight to DC.
( That flight left him a lot of time to read all the latest papers. )