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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 3:01:22 GMT
"... it's midday, they're awake, but Kioki and Ex just lost their son. Excuse me for not getting you into their familial matters or not wanting to have you into this mess.. they have it hard enough."
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 15:14:45 GMT
"Oh. I see..." Evan said. "I thought that you meant it was some hostile enviroment. I really just want some new gloves... I'll just stick close to you..." Evan said. "Well... maybe a couple of sheaths for my daggers wouldn't hurt...."
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 15:19:54 GMT
"... the Tower itself should have that too... sorta.. Why would a home be hostile?" he blinked at him. "I'm just concerned about their privacy."
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 15:24:55 GMT
"Oh. Don;t worry about that. I'll be quiet." Evan said. "And when you said 'home' I thought you meant home town. not literally."
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 15:38:38 GMT
"... I have no home town. The crematorium is my home and nowhere else."
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 15:41:10 GMT
"Oh... I'm sorry for that..." Evan said, twirling his daggers again. "Oh... Sorry..." He said, realizing what he was doing.
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 15:53:09 GMT
"Nah... demons have no home place.. don't worry about it... and hey, keep those daggers away..." he clamped his claw around hte doorknob and opened the door.
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 16:04:47 GMT
Evan put the daggers in his pockets. Now he needed new pants too. He followed the small Demon inside.
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 16:10:52 GMT
Tefalon looked around, listened, then suddenly skittered away, leaving him in the hall. If he recaled correctly... where was that storage again..
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 16:16:13 GMT
Evan sighed and followed Tefalon. Or at least tried to.
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 16:23:21 GMT
The demon was back quick enough with a pair of leather gloves. "... amazing how these people have stash for everything."
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 16:31:23 GMT
Evan grinned. "thanks." He quickly switched gloves, his fingernails quickly and easily poking holes in the tops of the fingers. "Mind if I get a pair of dagger holsters... and some new shorts?"
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 16:32:53 GMT
".... Just a second. Stay here kay?" he told him, then skittered up the coiling staircase.
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Post by dizzi800 on Dec 28, 2008 16:34:47 GMT
Evan sighed. he absentmindedly took out his daggers and started twirling them again.
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Post by Suki ~Graficcha on Dec 28, 2008 16:40:49 GMT
Not long later, Tefalon came back downstairs, followed by a mottled-looking young adult who took his time getting down the stairs in a slightly off-balance gait. His scruffy-dusty brown hair was hanging over his eyes, one of which was milky and slightly red, and a scar laced over the side of his face near it.
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