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Post by Faith on May 16, 2007 16:30:03 GMT -5
"The people who do your laundry know everything about you."
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Post by Richard on May 16, 2007 16:32:26 GMT -5
He wilted a little.
"Well, you have to try to get His attention somehow."
((Such an emo excuse.))
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -5
"Richard, you can't moan about how God doesn't care and then moan about how He's going to punish you even though He doesn't care. Pick a side, any side, but STICK WITH IT, for pity's sake."
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Post by Richard on May 16, 2007 16:45:10 GMT -5
"Well, maybe one day he'll wake up and care, and I certainly won't let myself be the one enjoying the aftermath of my sins then, will I?"
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2007 16:52:04 GMT -5
"One day? Richard, how long have you been dead? Three...four hundred years?"
*She shook her head.*
"I've been dead less than a year and I've given up hoping for something better or dreading something worse than this."
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Post by Richard on May 16, 2007 16:55:12 GMT -5
"I suppose it's all had a lot to do with being surrounded by people I knew in life. It's far easier to pretend to be alive under those conditions."
He looked at her and added, "I'm not trying to hurt you more, Faye, I'm only saying that I had more of a chance to delude myself than you have had."
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2007 17:00:13 GMT -5
*Faye said nothing and continued to clean out her cauldron, her transparent hands smeared with soot and grime from the fire.*
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Post by Richard on May 16, 2007 17:11:13 GMT -5
Richard slumped forward.
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 17:04:46 GMT -5
*Faye grimaced at her untidy hands and arms, grimy up to the elbows.*
"Do you know anything good that'll take the soot out of ectoplasm?"
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 17:07:10 GMT -5
"Washing, I suppose..."
A thought suddenly seemed to occur to him.
"Wait a tick. Are you saying that the solid soot is sticking to you?"
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 17:10:58 GMT -5
*Faye nodded, wrinkling her nose.*
"I look like a golem," *she muttered.*
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 17:11:45 GMT -5
"Faye... you must be partly solid, then."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 17:21:31 GMT -5
"...WHAT?" *Faye shot to her feet, panicked.*
"But I didn't...none of the...the...stuff! STUFF! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" *she looked at her hands, horrified.* "I'm not supposed to change? What does that mean? Why haven't you or Mister Shakespeare turned solid?"
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Post by Richard on May 17, 2007 17:23:51 GMT -5
"I drank some of it just as I came back in today."
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Post by Faith on May 17, 2007 17:36:21 GMT -5
"But I haven't touched it!" *she wailed, shaking.* "Is this something the high court does? Like a star burns brighter before it dies completely? Oh, God, it's really happening, isn't it? I'm being wiped from existance!"
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