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Post by Castiel on Feb 1, 2012 13:16:09 GMT -5
Castiel could live with words being strange to someone. After all, much of the human state of being was very strange to him.
He did, however, have geographical knowledge of... well, the earth. In its entirety. The angel cocked his head.
"Do you mean Montmartre?"
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 2, 2012 12:10:13 GMT -5
"Yes," she said, relieved that he'd understood.
"I hear that there are many artists and writers there. We could find one of what we're looking for."
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Post by Castiel on Feb 2, 2012 15:43:05 GMT -5
"Good." Castiel nodded.
"Then let us go there and find one. Surely, if we make them aware that it is divine providence that requires their assistance, they will tell us where to go." As has been stated before, the angel wasn't exactly familiar with the inner workings of humans.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 3, 2012 12:25:09 GMT -5
"Perfect."
Liath, being unfamiliar with both the culture and time period, was likewise not knowing just what she was getting into. In her mind, poets were like the skalds that recited the great epics.
She started making her way towards the doors.
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Post by Castiel on Feb 3, 2012 12:45:05 GMT -5
Castiel cast one final longing glance around the empty, empty church before turning to follow her.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Feb 3, 2012 22:32:59 GMT -5
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