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Post by Larksing on Jul 15, 2011 12:03:20 GMT -5
Flock sat her usual desk with the usual 'I'm Very Busy At This Late Hour' look on her face. It was after sunset, about 9:00, and she was expected two visitors soon. She felt one of their prescences at the door, and she spoke, still not looking up from her work.
"Well, don't just stand there like you're dead. Come in."
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Post by quest on Jul 15, 2011 12:16:44 GMT -5
Cloe lingered by the door even still. Her electric blue eyes bore into her old friend, who was now grownup. "Dae." she said sharply. It sounded as if she spat out the word. The spirits behind her floated up towards the ceiling to get a better view.
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Post by CloudHead on Jul 15, 2011 12:22:11 GMT -5
Tyler groaned, glaring at Cloe, before training his glare on Nurse Flock. "Why is she here?" He asked accusingly, jamming his thumb in Cloe's direction. He clenched his palms into fists to withhold his anger from seething. "Last time I saw her she tried to kill..." He trailed off, realization dawning on him. If she was on their side...the horrors they could accomplish. He grinned evilly.
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Post by quest on Jul 15, 2011 12:26:11 GMT -5
Cloe glared Tyler down before floating into the office. "Before you speak, you should think." she spat.
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Post by CloudHead on Jul 15, 2011 12:28:27 GMT -5
"Stop spitting," Tyler complained, "You're getting ghost spit on my good clothes." He was wearing his uniform, which was dirty since he had forgotten to wash it...again.
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Post by Larksing on Jul 15, 2011 16:48:34 GMT -5
Flock sighed. "If you two don't be quiet, I'll lose my temper." she said. Although she was so calm at the moment, she knew the Cloe had experience with her fatal emotion drops. "Now, lets all be adults here and talk about our plans." She raised her eyebrow slightly, which improved the angle of her eye. "We've captured Fivel Baptiste, the pyscho-telepathic-telelkinetic, which is key in our stradegy. The problem is, she's a defiant girl, and won't go down easily." She stared Cloe down with a venomous glance. "That's where we need you all."
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Post by quest on Jul 15, 2011 17:00:24 GMT -5
Cloe regripped her bow and cocked a tenacious smirk. Spirits behind her began to murmur to each other half-heartedly. She silenced them with a glare. "Go on, Dae." she said.
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Post by CloudHead on Jul 15, 2011 20:00:10 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, to show that he was following and listening. "Okay, so then what?" He asked.
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Post by Larksing on Jul 16, 2011 17:25:44 GMT -5
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Flock smiled venomously again and stood up from her chair, leaning all of her weight on the counter behind her. "We control the girl using your spirits," she told Cloe, her eyes gleaming.
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Post by quest on Jul 16, 2011 19:05:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, let's do it!"
The spirits behind Cloe erupted in shouts and excited murmurs. Cloe narrowed her eyes at them and turned back to look at Flock. "So the three of us would be partners," she asked. "Equals?"
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Post by Larksing on Jul 19, 2011 14:35:00 GMT -5
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Post by quest on Jul 22, 2011 21:04:50 GMT -5
Cloe made her way down the stairs, while the other spirits behind her chittered nervously.
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Post by Larksing on Jul 22, 2011 21:41:25 GMT -5
Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead Fivel flinched as the light leaked in from the upper level. She crouched down in the cell she was stuck in, her head against the wall, her skin clammy with sweat. It beaded over her forehead and her hair, and she trembled in the cold. "Nn." she managed. Her hands were held up by a chain that was nailed into the wall, and her head was down.
Flock followed Cloe down the stairs and stood next to the cell door. "This is Fivel." she said. "Say hello, Fivel."
Fivel glanced up and spit blood laced with black Ophelium to the floor. "What do youse want?" she asked with an edge to her voice. She had a full-fledged Philly accent now, the one she usually hid. |
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Post by quest on Jul 23, 2011 10:18:02 GMT -5
[TT^TT]
Cloe glared at the girl in the cell. "You'd be smart not to talk back, kid." she snarled, kicking the cell with her combat boot.
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Post by CloudHead on Jul 23, 2011 12:14:44 GMT -5
Tyler whistled. "Impressive place," he muttered, watching a spider crawl on the floor before killing i with the heel of his boot.
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