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Steve Coulson ([info]knowingnot) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2012-03-19 16:21:00

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Entry tags:leonardo da vinci, princess

WHO: Leonardo and Princess (and maybe guest stars?)
WHAT: Meeting again (for the first time.)
WHEN: Today! (I like parenthesis.)
WARNINGS: Of course not, pervs.


Leonardo was still positively reeling from being sent to the future. He certainly had theories of his own regarding the possibility of time travel, but to become an unwilling (although not particularly unhappy) participant in such an endeavor was taking some getting used to.

As was fatherhood.

At the appointed time and place, he stood feeling awkward in the clothing of this time, wondering about this 'daughter' of his. For his alchemy to have worked seemed a miracle, and after finding himself here, miracles seemed a great deal more attainable than before.



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[info]italianpuzzle
2012-03-21 05:28 am UTC (link)
She motioned Leonardo to look into the bag. Inside was a mahogany puzzle box, made with interlocking wooden blocks that had rubies set into the top. From the center of the rubies, a panel opened, and a wooden hand emerged, waving. "You remember my older form better, I am guessing? You made it."

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