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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 2:41:39 GMT -5
Tybalt didn't even glance behind him to be certain she was following, but soon enough he did hear someone and logic dictated it was her, so he didn't feel glancing backwards was necessary.
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 2:57:01 GMT -5
Megan was trying to not look at him anyway. Yep, he was gorgeous, all right.
She was sick of finding men gorgeous. Sick of men altogether, really. Thor didn't count; he was more like a golden retriever than a person anyway.
She wanted her cell phone back. She missed Teja.
Something stung Megan's leg; abruptly, she realized her hands were sparking.
Oh, this was just lovely.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 2:59:59 GMT -5
Tybalt recognized this noise a bit from his lessons and looked immediately to his gloved hands, then behind him.
"What are you doing!"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on Feb 3, 2012 3:01:26 GMT -5
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 3:07:19 GMT -5
"No-"
She backed away from him.
"Fiamma," she said helplessly. "Mia... vampa?"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 3:27:09 GMT -5
"So you're a weapon? Were you smuggled in? Lord Doom-" for he never called him 'doctor' "-can overpower your meager flames in an instant, before you'd ever have the chance to complete your vandalism-"
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Post by Megan on Feb 3, 2012 3:34:45 GMT -5
"...no parla Italiano-"
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 3, 2012 3:37:45 GMT -5
Tybalt fumed, glaring at her, then with an odd, not-quite-annoyed quirk of the corner of his mouth he turned away, muttering and waving for her to follow along.
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Post by Megan on Feb 4, 2012 1:00:37 GMT -5
Megan skittered along, keeping her eyes down but occasionally flicking up to rather guiltily look at the way her escort's hair bounced a little as he walked.
Damn.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 4, 2012 2:12:16 GMT -5
He badtemperedly threw open a door and went inside, promptly leaning back against it, and threw his arm out in a short, sweeping gesture before folding both across his chest.
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Post by Megan on Feb 4, 2012 7:50:24 GMT -5
Megan crept inside and looked around grimly, then glanced at the guard again.
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?" she ventured. "Die Plakarten im diese Stadt- sie sind im Deutsch, Ungarisch und Zigeunerisch, Ich denke."
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 5, 2012 0:49:29 GMT -5
He stared at her flatly.
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Post by Megan on Feb 5, 2012 1:16:41 GMT -5
"...I guess not."
She pointed at herself.
"No parla Italiano," she repeated.
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Post by Tybalt on Feb 8, 2012 18:59:21 GMT -5
With a note of sarcasm, pointing to himself, he responded, "I don't speak anything but Italian."
Surely even with her limited Italian the meaning would be clear.
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Post by Megan on Feb 11, 2012 20:53:55 GMT -5
"...si," she muttered miserably.
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