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Post by Tony on Feb 8, 2008 2:24:44 GMT -5
*Tony left the dormitories, where he and Andrew shared a room, and walked around the campus, quietly deep in thought. His brother watched him from an upper window, troubled. Tony had been like this ever since he'd been brought back. Andrew knew something was wrong but Tony, for once, refused his brother access to his secrets and kept to himself. If it hurt Andrew, he did not show it, nor did Tony. One thing was certain--they were the sons of Sir Percy Blakeney.*
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 11:04:58 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
*Lyra gazed around, eyes wide. Everything looked right, except... Where were the airships overhead? What were all the horses and carriages doing in the streets? The noises were different, the smells.*
"We shouldn't have hid," *said Pantalaimon.* "I mean, not in Lord Asriel's room."
*Lyra ignored him.* "Pan... where are the daemons?"
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 16:26:37 GMT -5
*Andrew paused on his way from class, a pile of books under one arm, glancing at the little girl who seemed a bit confused.*
"Are you lost, Miss?" *he asked gently. Something told him kneeling down to her eye-level would seem condescending.*
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 17:00:05 GMT -5
*Lyra eyed the young man shrewdly. He didn't look weird. But she didn't see his daemon anywhere. Maybe it was small?*
"No," *she answered, honestly for once.* "I think Oxford is."
*It was just wrong.*
"Where's your daemon?"
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 17:05:35 GMT -5
*Andrew frowned a little.*
"I have no demon, Miss."
*Perhaps it was some childish game, albeit a little twisted.*
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 17:14:32 GMT -5
*But that was impossible! Lyra and Pan shared a glance. He wasn't a witch, and he didn't seem like someone from the stories she'd heard--horrible stories!--about people severed from their daemons. Was he frowning because of bad memories? Because he was sad not to have a daemon?*
"I'm so sorry," *she said, stroking Pan.* "It must be awful for you."
*She glanced at Pan again, warning him not to speak. Something told her things had changed. This might be Oxford, but it wasn't her Oxford, and she had to be careful.*
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 17:17:03 GMT -5
*Andrew's eyebrows raised slightly.*
"It doesn't bother me, I can assure you, Miss," *he said reassuringly.* "I've got my twin Tony, and he's demonic enough at times."
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 17:22:01 GMT -5
"Oh," *Lyra smiled.* "I see."
*That made a little more sense. She'd heard rumors of other worlds--maybe they were slightly different. Maybe humans had twin souls, here. Which... well, she wasn't sure she'd like to be with anyone that much. But she did have Pan.*
"Then... can you direct me to Jordan college? My father is very important there and he's sent for me especially."
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 17:24:05 GMT -5
((...I wish I knew more about Oxford than what I remember from Morse. Which is little.))
"Er...I'm afraid I don't know, Miss."
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 17:31:15 GMT -5
((It's fictional anyway. I figure that'll be part of Lyra's problem.))
"You're a student here, aren't you?" *she demanded.* "Jordan college is the oldest college in Oxford!"
*She blew hair out of her face huffily.*
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 17:34:46 GMT -5
"I fear I've never heard of it...er--perhaps if you tell me your father's name? Is he a professor, here?"
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 17:57:51 GMT -5
"Lord Asriel," *Lyra said proudly. He was just her uncle, but this boy didn't know that. And anyway... she'd often fantasized about being Uncle Asriel's daughter.* "He's not a professor. He's more of an adviser. They call him when there isn't anyone else who can solve their problem."
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Post by Andrew on Feb 19, 2008 17:58:59 GMT -5
"Ah...well, er...I've not had the pleasure of making his acquaintance. Perhaps there is someone in records who can help? I can show you the way there, Miss."
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Post by Lyra on Feb 19, 2008 18:06:53 GMT -5
*Lyra crossed her arms as she considered this, forcing Pan to wriggle up to her shoulder.*
"Okay," *she said.* "But you en't gonna hurt me, or take me away like them Gobblers. I'm keeping my eye on you."
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Post by Andrew on Feb 20, 2008 7:45:12 GMT -5
"I'm not going to heart you," *said Andrew earnestly, with a gentle smile.*
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