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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 22:01:15 GMT -5
"I guessed as much," *she said with a groan.* "Did you tell him everything?"
*He'd gone and guilted himself into a stupor. Again. She knew what he was like in that sort of mood. No wonder they'd been arguing.*
"You are absolutely ridiculous," *she informed him, shaking her head.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 22:06:03 GMT -5
"He knows that we were going to be married," Herbert continued. "I fear he may be jealous..."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 22:10:27 GMT -5
"Well, I'll just have to inform him that I find you absolutely repulsive now, with what you've done with your hair," *she teased gently, smoothing it back for him.*
*With his hair no longer covering it, a large scar was revealed on his forehead. Marishka frowned with sudden concern.*
"Herbert, what is this?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 22:13:45 GMT -5
"That's a forehead, liebchen."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 22:17:15 GMT -5
"I'm talking about the scar, you dolt."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 22:21:22 GMT -5
"Oh, that? It's nothing."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 22:23:36 GMT -5
"It doesn't look like nothing."
*She sighed. There was nothing more difficult than getting answers out of the boy when he wasn't inclined to tell you.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 22:52:48 GMT -5
"I fell." It wasn't precisely a lie- he just didn't mention that it was down the front of a barricade after being shot eleven times.
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 22:55:55 GMT -5
"Tripped down the stairs, is that it? Fine, don't tell me."
*She'd find out somehow or other.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 23:01:56 GMT -5
"I think there were stairs involved," he answered truthfully. He was fairly certain he'd seen some comprising the barricade. "If I spend any more time on the bathroom floor, people are going to think I'm a drunk."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 23:07:55 GMT -5
"You could get off the bathroom floor. If you really tried."
*She ruffled his hair- that was fun now that it was shorter- and felt something else. Another scar? But this one seemed much larger and nastier than the one she'd worried about moments ago.*
"What in the Hell did you do to yourself, Herbert?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 23:20:33 GMT -5
"...I participated in the revolt against King Richard."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 14, 2008 23:23:15 GMT -5
"You did what?"
*She had to have misheard. Herbert. Fighting in a revolution. Something had gone fundamentally wrong with the universe.*
"What the Hell ever possessed you do do something like that?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 14, 2008 23:40:02 GMT -5
"I didn't want them coming after Vati!" he protested.
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 5:47:56 GMT -5
"He's got a castle, Herbert- I think he would have been all right."
*She frowned at him, giving him an evaluating sort of glare.*
"So how did you get that? Did you fall off the barricade or something?"
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