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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 19:46:12 GMT -5
*sits and reads quietly.*
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Post by Satan on Dec 16, 2006 22:26:05 GMT -5
*Smiles*
"Hello. I normally don't do this sort of thing, but I believe I can help you get your memory back. No immediate charge- but if I should need something in the future, you'll owe me a favour."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 22:30:05 GMT -5
*Vianne looked up sharply as the woman entered unannounced.* "I beg your pardon?" *she said in her usual soft but firm tones.*
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Dec 16, 2006 22:37:52 GMT -5
*Posting as Satan*
"Look, just answer my question: do you want your memory back or not?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 22:41:18 GMT -5
*Vianne's face hardened and she rose from her seat.* "Excuse me, mademoiselle, but there is nothing wrong with my memory! I have never been pressed to recall anything with any amount of trouble recently. I'm afraid you must be very much mistaken as to who I am."
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
Posts: 11
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Post by The Bride on Dec 16, 2006 22:43:48 GMT -5
*Posting as Satan*
"Oh really? Then how do you explain your current situation, with two men wach claiming to be your husband?"
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 22:46:45 GMT -5
*Her brow furrowed.* "What on earth do you mean? Surely you are mistaken, mademoiselle. I was married once, it is true, but my husband was ill for a long time and then perished in a fire...I have several witnesses to this fact. More recently I have married the Comte de Chagny. This very afternoon, as a matter of fact. You are sorely mistaken!"
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
Posts: 11
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Post by The Bride on Dec 16, 2006 22:48:06 GMT -5
((Look, do you want your memry or don't you? I'm all for improvisation, but I can't do all the work.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 22:50:21 GMT -5
((Wanna offer some kind of "proof" that she's married? Or partial memory of some sort? You could just freak her out a little.))
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Dec 16, 2006 22:53:45 GMT -5
((I know I could do that, but since Satan's the one who gave her amnesia, she's not going to take it away unless she thinks Giry's willing to cough up for it.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 22:56:51 GMT -5
((Cough up what? Her firstborn? You want Meg? You can have Meg. She's never around, anyhow. But Giry needs to know what's at stake and what it's worth to her. What's the danger to her if she doesn't know?))
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Post by magenta on Dec 16, 2006 23:01:04 GMT -5
((Nothing really, aside from boredom and confusion.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 23:01:51 GMT -5
((Doesn't Satan like causing trouble?))
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Post by magenta on Dec 16, 2006 23:10:21 GMT -5
((Yes, but she did make a deal with Giry, and going back on her deals is bad for buisiness. Alright, I've got an idea.))
*Posting as Satan*
"All I offer you is a choice- a chance to regain what you've lost. Tonight, when you sleep, you will have a dream that tells all. When you wake up, there will be two pills beside you- a red one and a blue one. If you wish to go on with the life you have now, you may take the blue one. But if you wish to regain all of your memory, take the red pill."
*Creepily vanishes*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Dec 16, 2006 23:23:00 GMT -5
((Hahaha.))
*Vianne blinked as the image of the young woman wavered then disappeared before her eyes. She sat rather weakly on a chair, the heat of the room suddenly oppressive. She paced from the fire, to no avail.* I ought to take some air... *she threw a shawl about her shoulders and made her way through the house and into the back garden, sitting on a wooden bench after a brisk circuit of the paths. The exercise cleared her mind and cooled her cheeks and she sat straight upon the bench, her hands folded in her lap, a furrowed brow the only sign that her thoughts dwelt in less than pleasant places.* Merely a strange kind of fancy...borne of the business of the day...I suppose my mind was more in a tumult than I perceived... *She twisted the band on her left hand, silently and unconsciously marvelling at the strange weight of it.*
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