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Tweak says, "I love cupcakes"

Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-09 22:31:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 07, location: church, nymphadora tonks

Who: Tonks and Andy
What: More exploring and meetings!
When: Day 7, morning
Where: The Church
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

Tonks had, the day before, made sure that Edward would be okay. He was a really nice bloke, and an innocent to boot. So the twenty-three year old took on a little bit of a protective streak for him. And she wanted to help, hence wriggling about in tunnels with Logan. Today was the same, at least mama-henning wise. After making sure that things were okay, she was off to explore again.

It looked like it would snow more as the hours went on. But pink hair wasn't terribly difficult to see in the white. It was like a beacon, she figured. Hands deep within her pockets, the witch was hoping to find the thrift store for a pair of gloves. But what she ended up getting ready to pass looked like..a church? Well, that was interesting. Turning that way, she ducked her head against a gust of wind, and trekked along a path. "Olly, olly, oxen free?" Called out, though Tonks felt a little silly.

Was there even going to be anyone around? Likely not. Right? Hand wriggled out of her pocket, ruffling through her hair, before being shoved back in again. "Cripes. Why did I get pulled in the middle of winter?"

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polymorphic
2009-05-11 11:07 am UTC (link)

"If I ever get to the states, I'll haveta find one." That was, if she got out of here and when the war was over at home. A tilt of her head was given, and she looked at Andy curiously. "What's your thing? I'd wager it's a lot less lame than you think it is!" Why would any ability be lame?

And though she was waiting for that answer, Tonks excitedly bounced between subjects. "I know! And it just smells gross and gets stuck in your--" She paused, blinking. "They matched you up with cougars." Said in disbelief. "Fuck me." That sounded like an unfair fight.

"So they take up random people an' put them in wonky, or dangerous, situations." Mused with an absent chewing of her lip, then smiled brightly. "You should. It's good t'know where you're going then. Or rather where you are. I figure that if I know where I am, they can't confuse me terribly by plopping me in a random spot."

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