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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 17:48:31 GMT -5
*He stepped backwards.*
"I must go, the case begins tomorrow. Thank you Angel."
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 24, 2008 18:10:08 GMT -5
*She nodded, her smile wavering*
"You're welcome. And...good luck."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 25, 2008 5:02:02 GMT -5
*Philippe smiled and left. As he began his descent down he reflected that he always seemed to leave her in that fashion.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 25, 2008 5:07:26 GMT -5
((*chokesob*))
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Post by Philippe on Apr 25, 2008 5:13:00 GMT -5
((Seriously, this relationship makes me want to write Fanfic.))
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 25, 2008 9:26:27 GMT -5
((I'd read it. And seriously, I keep tearing up in sympathy for Sorelli. And Rebecca. And Rudolf. And--okay, everyone.)) *She stood on the rooftop, a light breeze blowing through her hair. She wanted to fall down, wail, sob, any number of things--but that wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't save him, and it wouldn't change what she'd finally come to realize. He'd never been hers to begin with. Taking a few moments to pull herself together, she quietly left the rooftop, broken heart in tow. She had a duty to their son, and there was no way she'd let that slide *
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Post by Philippe on Apr 26, 2008 12:09:59 GMT -5
((Feel free to burst into the sickbed anytime ))
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 26, 2008 12:33:47 GMT -5
((Do you WANT to chase Becca away again?))
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Post by Philippe on Apr 26, 2008 12:36:29 GMT -5
((Ok, I didn't mean that so nevermind. Kind of missed point where plot would have worked anyway.))
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Post by Sorelli on Apr 26, 2008 16:40:06 GMT -5
((Oh, maaan. Anywho, just say when Sorelli can show up at the de Chagny estate to pick up Jude))
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Post by Raoul on Apr 26, 2008 17:07:07 GMT -5
((Okey.))
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Post by Sophie on Dec 6, 2010 5:10:56 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
The Queen of Swords was out on patrol. Most of her nights were like this--mostly slinking her way along the dark sides of streets or nimbly bounding from rooftop to rooftop. While she was only one person, and could really only keep an eye on a handful of districts, she did not relent and had kept to her nightly vigil for almost a year now.
It was lonely work, and since the passing of her mother some months ago it was now lonelier than ever. It was hard to maintain a social circle, however, when the glittering social functions of society often happened at night, when she was usually out keeping watch on Paris. She'd come to learn, as many vigilantes had before her, that the only life she could really lead was this one: the costume, the mask, the swift hand against criminals.
That was fine by her--she wasn't really much of a society maven, and the parties would have long ago gotten on her nerves. The hunt, the chase, was what she liked, although there were times where she wished she could share her adventures with someone: she had a friend, but a friend she rarely saw anymore.
Sophie's musings were cut off when, landing the rain-slicked surface of one of the upper roof tiers of the opera house, her foot slipped and she plummeted down, coming to a stop by the statue of Apollo. She lay still, and had anyone been there to see her, they would not have been able to tell if she were dead or alive from her mishap.
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 6, 2010 5:21:26 GMT -5
Touto stood with zir hands in the pockets of zir generously touched with silver black coat, raindamp but not otherwise appearing to be pelted by precipitation, head tilted and gazing on the crumpled, still figure. The clothing was a costume, but Touto would not have really recognized that - for zir there was no real difference; whenever zie chose to present zirself it was always donning an appearance of some kind. In any case, it felt as real as anything. The clothes on this girl were more real than any of Touto was, at least on this plane.
Zie kneeled and touched her face, turning it towards zir. Her life hung in the balance. Right now the wounds were not so severe - not if she was found in time - and it was the potential for serious sickness that posed the greatest threat. But it was quite late - silly girl, to be on the rooftops at that hour, at any hour, although Touto had met a lot of people falling from rooftops - and no one was coming.
"Can you hear me?" zie said softly.
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Post by Sophie on Dec 6, 2010 5:31:25 GMT -5
It hurt...so damn much...
The voice was like no voice she'd ever heard. She couldn't describe it, aside from 'otherworldly'.
Sophie blinked.
"I...yes."
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 6, 2010 5:44:59 GMT -5
Ah. Not out cold, then. Yet, possibly.
Zie took her hands. "Can you feel anything?" zie said, pressing her fingers tightly, mouth in an almost amused position. Psychopomps, if they have any sense of humor at all, tend to have a finely tuned appreciation for the absurd. She might have been paralyzed from the fall. Or possibly numb from the cold. If someone didn't take her in soon enough...
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