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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:21:40 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:21:40 GMT -5
Herbert ran into his room and pushed the door shut, panting.
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:27:26 GMT -5
Post by Belle on Apr 9, 2008 20:27:26 GMT -5
*Spending too much time with the master of the castle had given Belle fairly good knowledge of the fortress's many short cuts and secret passages. This meant, of course, that Belle had managed to beat Herbert to his room without breaking a sweat. She leaned against the arm of a chair, arms crossed and scissors in her hand, waiting for him to notice her.*
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:29:48 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:29:48 GMT -5
Herbert turned around in relief, only to see her smirking at him from the chair.
"Aaaauugh!"
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:32:45 GMT -5
Post by Belle on Apr 9, 2008 20:32:45 GMT -5
*She grinned, then leaped at him, going for the feet so as to trip him up.*
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:34:41 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:34:41 GMT -5
Herbert hit the floor indignantly.
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:37:35 GMT -5
Post by Belle on Apr 9, 2008 20:37:35 GMT -5
*Attempting to pin him down, Belle all but sat on him, scissors in hand and an evilly amused grin on her face.*
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:38:11 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:38:11 GMT -5
Herbert practically bucked in an attempt to get her off.
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Apr 9, 2008 20:44:37 GMT -5
*Luckily, Aziraphale chose that moment to enter the room, slightly damp from the rain outside and his arms full of books from the shop, intended as gifts for Herbert. Had he been anyone but Aziraphale, he would have dropped them, but instead he hurriedly set them down on a nearby table, and ran to the two, in order to make sure they didn't kill each other.
Flailing with the tartan umbrella he'd forgotten he was carrying, he managed to drag Belle off of the traumazied vampire.
Belle scooted away, nearly bent double from laughing, though slightly disappointed. She'd almost gotten it.*
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:49:39 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:49:39 GMT -5
Herbert scooted away to the bed, looking absolutely horrified for a long moment.
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:51:35 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Apr 9, 2008 20:51:35 GMT -5
*Belle left the room, still laughing, while Aziraphale hurried over to Herbert.*
"I don't know what could have gotten into her-"
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:53:08 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:53:08 GMT -5
Herbert dragged himself to his feet.
"That horrible little tart! Did you see what she did to my poor father?"
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Apr 9, 2008 20:53:55 GMT -5
"I, er- no- what happened?"
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:56:01 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 20:56:01 GMT -5
"She cut his hair!" Herbert gasped in shock. "Can you believe that?"
He started pacing the room, looking more and more determined and angry as he went.
"If she keeps doing this, then who knows what could happen next?"
He grabbed Aziraphale by the collar.
"It could be me, Zira. It could be me," he snarled.
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 20:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Apr 9, 2008 20:58:10 GMT -5
"Herbert," *he began,* "I really don't think she would- she seemed to act as if... that... was a terribly funny joke-"
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*flees*
Apr 9, 2008 21:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Apr 9, 2008 21:00:18 GMT -5
Herbert looked away as though he still couldn't believe what had happened. Then, suddenly, his face hardened, and he gave Aziraphale a calm, even smirk.
"Well, if that's what she wants, I'm not allowing her the pleasure."
He went back to the fallen scissors and handed them to the angel.
"I want you to do it."
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