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[Jul. 7th, 2010|12:23 am] |
WHO: Ezio and Ronia
WHAT: Change of living arrangements
WHERE: Ezio's rooms, at least to start
WARNINGS: Quite probable.
Ezio had called to invite Ronia for dinner. He still wasn't much of a cook, but he'd ordered from Brendann's restaurant, and his friend had obliged him with some special dishes, including that heavenly puttanesca. He did know wine, and he'd done his best to find a good one. Now all he was missing was the lady, and her blade. He wanted to see that Okinawan sai in action. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2010|10:25 pm] |
WHO: Ezio and Ronia
WHAT: Just hanging out.
WHERE: Ezio's rooms in London
WARNINGS: Quite probable.
Ezio waited in the main room of the Guildhall, hoping Ronia was in. It had been a long time, and perhaps he ought to have called, but he preferred the surprise approach. He'd finally taken delivery of a beautiful sword, of Arab make, dating from the time of his famous ancestor. It was not the Sword of Altair, but it was an artifact he was excited to see and have seen.
Eventually, someone passed by and he asked if Ronia was at the hall. She was, and he bounded upstairs with a smile. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2010|12:14 pm] |
Who: Ronia Appoline & Stefan Wartooth
Where: The Guildhall
When: Weekendy
Warnings: Maybe some sweary, not much else.
( Parcel post ) |
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[Mar. 24th, 2010|10:07 pm] |
WHO: Ezio & Ronia
WHAT: An interesting date
WHERE: London
WARNINGS: There may be some ass-whuppin'. Maybe some celebration. Will update if necessary.
Ezio had asked Ronia to dinner again; this time, he had resolved, they would try Indian. He liked the variety that London had to offer. He just hoped Ronia didn't object to any of it.
He was waiting by the portkey, dressed casually, for once. He'd just gotten his first pair of "jeans", and he had to admit, they were comfortable. This place would not require formal wear, and he wasn't certain just what to expect. |
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[Mar. 10th, 2010|01:40 am] |
WHO: Ronia and Ezio
WHAT: A high-end dinner
WHERE: Brendann's restaurant in London
WHEN: After Ezio and Brendann's log.
WARNINGS: Quite probable.
Ezio had popped over to New Orleans to collect Ronia near the portkey, and he was waiting there now. He was dressed a bit less formally than he'd been for their evening in New Orleans, but Brendann's restaurant, despite the quality of the food, was a bit more casual. He was fine with that. He rather liked watching Ronia walk in anything she put on. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|10:06 pm] |
WHO: Ezio & Ronia
WHAT: Date
WHERE: Restaurant in New Orleans
WARNINGS: Possible, nay, even probable.
Ezio had taken Zevran's advice and brought Ronia flowers, but he had found what he'd determined a robust flower. She was not, as Zevran had applied the idiom, a shrinking violet.
He had actually brought her violets, and he rapped on the front door of the Guildhall, hoping it would be Ronia to come down and not Petit or Zevran to mock him for wearing this modern suit ... thing. |
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