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Post by Cal on Feb 22, 2008 10:18:39 GMT -5
*Cal was holed up in the small room off of the main library that she'd adopted as hers, surrounded by research books and crumpled sheets of paper. She was writing furiously on a piece of creamy parchment and mouthing the words to herself as she did so. Her fingers and hands were inkstained, and there was even a smear on her pale forehead.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 21:33:43 GMT -5
*Marishka had gone to the castle to talk to the Graf and perhaps meet his new girl, but they weren't in at the moment. So she went to the library to see if there were any new books that she could borrow and then return at her discretion
She peered at the shelves, a small frown of concentration on her face.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 21:36:10 GMT -5
"Looking for something in particular? I've got the place memorized." *Called a rich voice from the other side of the room.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 21:41:42 GMT -5
"Just looking, actually."
*She turned to find the source of the voice.*
"I don't know you. Hi."
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 21:44:33 GMT -5
"I'm Cal, the adopted-sister-housekeeper-maid-thing." *She said brightly, standing.* "And I assume you're the cousin?"
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 21:48:26 GMT -5
"That's me," *She said with a grin.*
"I'm Marishka."
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 21:52:26 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Marishka." *Cal extended a pale hand, noting that the other girl was shorter than she was and appeared to be about 16... but it was obvious, being Herbert's cousin, that she was old. Cal hadn't bothered to change out of the clothes she'd worn hunting earlier that night, and as such was still in black satin and corseted to a perfect gibson-girl silhouette.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 21:59:10 GMT -5
*That night, Marishka had chosen a dark purple dress with an old fashioned cut and a low neckline. Her wig matched, it was short and shaggy looking in purple.*
"You've memorized the library? I visit a lot, and I haven't managed that. What'd you reccomend?"
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 22:01:28 GMT -5
"The German philosophy section is pretty full, even if I can't read a word of it."
*Cal's dress showed off as much of her ample cleavage as was possible while still in the realm of decency--which was to say, quite a lot.*
*Herbert's cousin was kind of cute, Cal realized, in that sort of tiny-doll-person way. She figured that, like most tiny people, she had more than enough personality to make up.*
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 22:08:34 GMT -5
"You live here and you don't read German?" *she asked, looking almost appalled.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 22:09:44 GMT -5
"I know about enough German to know when Herbert's having a temper tantrum, and a lot of profanity but I can't say that came from here." *She said good-humoredly.* "I've always been abysmal at languages."
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 22:16:37 GMT -5
*She snorted, then let out a string of several sentences in German, grinning hugely.*
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 22:21:18 GMT -5
*In spite of herself, she actually found foreign languages attractive (when not coming from Herbert or his father or Aziraphale), probably because she couldn't speak them. Sort of like a weakness. She attempted to pass off her embarrassed blush off as one caused by her own ineptitude, not attraction.*
"Yeah no idea what you just said. At all."
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Post by Marishka on Nov 4, 2008 22:27:52 GMT -5
*Her grin widened, but Cal's blush was a little worrying. She hadn't meant to make her feel bad or anything.*
"I just said that it was such a shame that you can't. And threw in some curses. It's really easy, though, I promise."
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Post by Cal on Nov 4, 2008 22:29:43 GMT -5
*Cal laughed.*
"Well I've heard it's not too terribly different from English... not like French, eugh, I hate French but it's sort of a necessity, living here."
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