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Post by Erik on May 13, 2009 17:40:19 GMT -5
A light, stale breeze whispered around her for a moment, and was gone.
"I will find you, when the time comes," Erik said, playing into this role. "Until then, girl, you'd do best to stay up in the light. Where you belong."
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Post by Azula on May 13, 2009 17:59:39 GMT -5
Azula gave the ruined tunnel one last, lingering inspection after the Phantom aparently departed, internal thoughts whirling with the implications of this bargain.
And then she steadily but not hastily made her way back to the Opera House proper, flame held high. There was something here. And she would find it.
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Post by Erik on May 13, 2009 18:00:25 GMT -5
Erik had not, of course, departed. One never turned one's back. The flame... that was interesting. He would know more, ere this was done.
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