Donavan
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The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Jan 6, 2009 8:07:57 GMT -5
*Donavan took a step up before directing the driver.*
"The Opera. Quickly, please." *He stated before ducking inside and sitting across from her to give her as much space as possible.*
"I know it sounds odd." *He clarified.* "But they have one of the best infirmaries in the city." *He did his best to comfort her with a smile.*
"And it shouldn't be too far."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 6, 2009 16:19:17 GMT -5
*Nance avoided his gaze, staring dully out the window, pale and silent, though her jaw worked as the jolting of the carriage made her want to cry out with pain. She bit the inside of her cheek until she felt fresh blood flood her mouth.*
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Donavan
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The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Jan 6, 2009 16:39:17 GMT -5
*With every wince, Donavan felt the urge to comfort her, but he was lucky enough to have her agree to come with him in the first place. So he fought to bide his time, hands firmly planted in his lap. He did take the opportunity to study her subtly, trying not to make her any more uncomfortable during the silent ride.*
((You just want to meet up there?))
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 6, 2009 16:41:32 GMT -5
((Sure!))
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 3, 2012 22:32:31 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Margrethe, even at the best of times, stood out like a sore thumb her regular attire. But even Castiel, who was fairly normal-looking in comparison, seemed to stand out here. There was a certain air to the place, one that the would-be Valkyrie couldn't quite put a name to.
"This is...it? I confess it's not what I thought it would be."
In her mind, she'd been picturing perhaps a hall--not like any of the great ones, but perhaps a smaller one made for meetings of the mind.
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Post by Castiel on Feb 4, 2012 15:39:45 GMT -5
"Most people don't find me to be what they think someone like me would be," Castiel pointed out.
Of course, that was in part because this body was a vessel... creatures of blinding light as tall as the Chrysler building didn't tend to blend in well. But still, even personality-wise Castiel wasn't what most people thought an angel should be.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 4, 2012 19:33:07 GMT -5
"Most think I am a strange one," she said, her gaze running back and forth as she tried to find someone that looked like a poet to her.
"Well, since I left home. It seems that warriors a strange thing, since so many find my armor and weaponry to be so odd."
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Post by Castiel on Feb 4, 2012 20:02:04 GMT -5
"Man is predisposed to finding things strange, it seems."
Then again, mankind was predisposed to a great many things... most of which could easily be described as flaws by one inclined to do so.
Not that Castiel was, mind you. That was more Lucifer-type thinking.
"Is there someone in particular in this crowd that you'd like to approach?"
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 5, 2012 1:23:38 GMT -5
"I'm not sure who to choose--people here look so different..."
Finally, she pointed a man with a guitar.
"If not a poet, then perhaps a musician. I do follow the God of Music, this may help."
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Post by Castiel on Feb 5, 2012 14:31:00 GMT -5
"That seems reasonable," Castiel nodded as he approached the man.
"Pardon me, sir? May we ask you a question?"
((Do you want an NPC there or do we have some actual characters that can be thrown in?))
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 6, 2012 0:11:20 GMT -5
((Sadly I don't have any that could help. <_<))
The rough-and-tumble looking youth paused in the midst of his strumming to glance up at the two of them.
"Yeah?
...hey, nice costume."
Margrethe frowned.
"This isn't a costume. It is who I am."
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Post by Castiel on Feb 6, 2012 4:57:26 GMT -5
((I have Kevin, who's a poet and Eddie Izzard who... sure is something. XD He could be some sort of minor deity, I suppose... he's the type. XD))
"Beyond that, there are more urgent matters to discuss," Castiel said gruffly.
"We require your assistance in locating a deity. This is the main place of congregation for poets and musicians in Paris?"
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 6, 2012 15:21:49 GMT -5
((Hahaha omg...Izzard as a god of something would be amazing.))
"Sure, all the Bohemians are artists of one kind or another. What're you looking for exactly, besides God?"
Margrethe narrowed her eyes. His condescending tone was not appreciated.
"We are being serious."
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Eddie Izzard
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Post by Eddie Izzard on Feb 6, 2012 16:20:48 GMT -5
"Course you are! Course. You. Are!" came a very British voice from behind the two newcomers as Eddie clapped a ring-adorned hand on the shoulder of each of them. While doing so he raised an eyebrow at the musician, his expression apparently mocking the two he was addressing.
"Now, let's go have another drink, shall we? And we'll discuss this mighty quest of yours! Everything becomes so much clearer on cheap wine... except what your friends tell you about it the next morning. 'Jeff? Yes... Jeff went and flung jam at his grandma the other night! Indeedy, sir! Used a giant spoon, he did! Elephant-operated, I believe! Two llama's made him do it!' That kinda thing!" He rambled as he steered the two out of harm's way.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 6, 2012 17:33:20 GMT -5
Entirely taken off-guard, Liath's only recourse was to simply stare at the newcomer and, when he led them off, to follow. He seemed to fill the entire space of the street with his presence.
"Who...who are you, sir?" She said quietly.
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