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Post by Death on Jan 24, 2007 21:33:54 GMT -5
*Death looked down, ashamed that he had skipped that whole chapter, for previously mentioned reasons. He didn’t even know where his copy of the manual was… As she turned to leave, he raised his head to call after her hesitantly.*
“You – uh…you don’t happen to have it on you, do you?”
*Of course she would, she was far too organized not to, and far too clever to not recognize his lame excuse to fill his need for support in light of this new information. His body shrank a little in the acknowledgement of his own weaknesses and inability to deal with them alone.*
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Fate
- Ingenious Pilot -
Stone cold bitch
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Post by Fate on Jan 25, 2007 0:18:05 GMT -5
"Left pocket," she said simply, without turning around or stopping.
With that, she exited the foyer and headed for the nearest cafe. Having a human form wasn't all that it was cracked up to be...
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Post by Death on Jan 25, 2007 0:49:40 GMT -5
*Reaching into the left pocket of the cloak, Death felt the smooth binding. He lowered his head in defeat, slowly pulling it out as he watched her leave. He slunk back into the shadows, seeking solace as he flipped through the pages cautiously, as if they might burn his fingers.*
Page forty-seven, clause eleven: Conduct Concerning Romantic Entanglements with Mortals
Forbidden on the grounds of impairment of judgment and potential dereliction of duties. Interaction with humans must be maintained on a purely intellectual level. Non-compliance with this ordinance will result in grievous consequences.
*There it is in black and white, the final thrust into Death’s heart. He fell against the cold marble of the wall, sinking down to the floor, his legs no longer willing to support him. He stared at the words dumbly, reading them again and again, trying to make them go away. But they remained, indifferent to his suffering.*
What now? How can I tell her…
*It felt as though Death’s rib’s were crushing inward, instinctively trying to destroy that figurative heart that could not fathom the thought of telling Demiselle, much less giving her up for it. He sat for a long time. Finally he stood with cold resignation, detached and numb, and walked out into the street to find Fate. He could not bear to think of it as seeking her companionship, only that he wanted to return her book.*
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