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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 16:28:21 GMT -5
Demiselle eyed War suspiciously.
"You do not count, Monsieur," she said calmly.
"You are usually far too drunk to be able to create proper havoc." She smiled sweetly at him.
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 16:41:38 GMT -5
*War brings his fist to his lips but seems to forget that he's supposed to cough to cover up his snark.*
"Whipped-and-not-in-the-good-way."
*Turning to Demiselle he takes a long pull from his beer bottle and smiles in a more than predatory way.*
"Being a speck of rib bone and dust aside... I'm surprised you even notice my level of sobriety. I mean... it's not only about you."
*Turning to Death he nods.*
"See Skinny, you were wrong. She's not a self absorbed, overbearing shrew."
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 16:44:48 GMT -5
((God I LOVE War. I feel so off my game))
Demiselle rolled her eyes at him.
"No, but I imagine the humans would like to have an undisturbed party."
She smirked at him.
"Ah, monsieur, at least some of us do not waste our time, idling about, even if I am, as you say, an overbearing shrew."
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 16:45:44 GMT -5
*Death, caught in trying to save face was completely broadsided by War's last remark. His jaw fell, swaying loosely in the skin of his suit. After a long moment, he shook his head violently at Demiselle.*
"Uh-eh-ener-" *He started before pausing to set the loose bone.*
"I never..." *He plead to Demiselle before turning sharply on War.*
"What the hell, man?"
Why are you such a friggin' cockblock?
((I miss him too. And Demiselle. <3))
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 16:48:54 GMT -5
((I <3 Death so much. He's so adorable.))
Demiselle rolled her eyes.
"Never mind darling, at least he's not in the house anymore."
She idly examined her nails, then turned and picked up a glass of champagne from a circling waiter's tray.
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Post by Sophie on Jan 12, 2010 16:53:46 GMT -5
Kat laughed. "In a terribly boring turn of events... at the library." "Ohh? I'd heard he was something of a reader...but surely, that can't be all!" She said, lightly stirring the drink in her hand. If she noticed any of the...odder...participants of the party, it did not show. Then again, she was a native of this place. Such sights weren't really all that strange to one born and raised here .
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 16:56:03 GMT -5
*His chuckle causing him to cough the smoke he was just inhaling, War shakes his head.*
"Darlin, the day I care what the monkeys would like is the day I marry the first bimbo to give me a slap and tickle in...."
*He trails off as he looks between Death and Demiselle.*
"Yeah... well. After the little spat in the..."
*War uses air quotes. Even abstracts can't resist.*
"New World..."
*Even his words seem to sneer at the idea.*
"not to mention the Franco-Prussian bit and the little tiff between the Brits and the Zulu.... Yeah... Here's to being idle."
*He takes another long pull from the bottle, emptying it War leaves it on the tray of a passing waiter.*
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Post by Violetta on Jan 12, 2010 16:56:22 GMT -5
Taking the handkerchief, Vianne happily blew her nose briefly, hugging Percy's arm hard enough to possibly cut off his circulation, her smile wide, bright and shameless as she almost bounced on the balls of her feet like a small child. Her happiness was too much to be contained in that moment, even by her legendary reserve. "That would be wonderful," Violetta said, smiling. "You have others in Austria who would love to see you...I know Stefan especially has wanted to meet the Percy Blakeney..."
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Post by Alice Cullen on Jan 12, 2010 16:59:39 GMT -5
Dressed in the latest, but not overdressed, hair styled immaculately, the pixie-like dark-haired girl pratically bounded into the room, a bright and friendly smile on her face.
Now this was what a party should be.
"Bless you, France." She murmured, gliding through the crowd on light feet. One didn't exactly get gatherings like this in Forks, WA (or even dear but mundane Seattle).
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:01:57 GMT -5
"Look, man..." *Death straightened a bit at War.*
"She's not a monkey anymore. She works for the same team so you don't have to be like that. I don't think that any of us can argue that you're a force to be reckoned with, whether here or over there. You've got flash that some of us were left without."
*Not that Death was bitter that War always got the eye-catching kills and hot chicks for groupies. He tried to inch his way between them subtly, suddenly wishing he could send them to their respective corners.*
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:02:41 GMT -5
Demiselle raised an amused eyebrow at his reference to her marriage.
"How sweet, War. It's called love, in case you didn't know," she said icily.
"As for those...wars, if you want to call tiny little skirmishes that...er, yes, I see you've been...very busy."
She smirked at him.
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:04:49 GMT -5
((Sorry honey. But War is SO fun to play with!))
Demiselle swept her lashes down.
"I'll behave," she murmured softly to her husband. For now, at least.
She held out a graceful, slim hand to War.
"Peace, monsieur?"
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Post by Death on Jan 12, 2010 17:06:40 GMT -5
((Don't I know it? I missed you guys! It makes Death more fun.))
*Death actually had the tiniest hope that this wouldn't break out into something very bad. He smiled gently back to Demiselle, taking her hand and squeezing it gently.*
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Post by Demiselle on Jan 12, 2010 17:09:06 GMT -5
She squeezed back, smiling tenderly at her husband.
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Post by War on Jan 12, 2010 17:14:24 GMT -5
((It does feel good to flex the snark muscles again. And Death is always fun to make react. Probably because he shouldn't be reacting at all.))
.. talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee.
*War looked at the extended hand, then at Death defensively interposing himself between the two of them.*
"You're talking to the wrong Rider if you're seeking peace, toots. It kinda goes against... well... everything I am. But I'll holster mine if you'll holster yours."
*He purposefully glances down between her thighs.*
"Before Skinny pops something loose."
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