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 Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 3:10 pm
Phoebe accepted her plate and stabbed glumly at the sugar packed treat.
Normally she would be eager to eat such a delicious looking cake but the reality of her bet was now sinking in. Technically she had lost. Trent hadn't shown up and in all honesty she had not made a contingency plan, Vincent's story had been to distracting and now she was realising just how stupid she had been.
Finished 'murdering' the slice into a sugary lump she picked at a peace and popped it in her mouth. Slowly Phoebe tilted her head to the side, eying the cursive letters that lined the decorative box her eyes widening with each letter, no wonder it tasted so nice.
Swallowing her mouthful of cake she pointed the fork at the box, her eyes wide "I..It came form there?. B-but cake is ridiculously expensive from that place!" In her gloom she hadn't quite registered that the box was one of the top bakers.
Ok - planning could defiantly wait for a moment. "I haven't had a cake from that place since my 18th Birthday! I rmeebr mum saying she had to save for ages to get 'the right one' "
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 3:19 pm
"Yes, though it's small, it cost quite a bit. I do think it was worth it though." He replied with a small chuckle. Of course, he already knew about her mother and the cake. It had been spinning around her mind when he had read it. In fact, that's why he had ordered it from there, but he wouldn't tell her that. "Do you like it?" He asked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 7:30 pm
[[Thanks guys. I just didn't want to jump in, and realized everything had changed. Ugh, life. :/]]
Miz was quite ecstatic, and her mind was completely racing with ideas. "Test new poison, yesssssss. Rip out the braaaaain, test bleeding effects, watching the mental status deteriate...." It was quite clear that was still in a trance, and not coming out of it any time soon. The rest of the world had become oblivious to her. She did not care what was going on with Hemo and Shadow Stalker. She didn't even know if they were still around her. All she did know was that she was having various visions of torture and madness in her mind, and Melody was no where to be found to snap her out of it.
Miz moved away to the drug store's door, pushing it open, as she continued to mutter more nonsense and giberish about torture.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 7:39 pm
"Hey Miz, I have a willing test subject for your experiments." Hemo called out cheerily, waiting for the kid he locked to say he'd join Barbus, otherwise he'd let Miz torture and experiment on them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:53 am
"Whatever you need, you may find yourself out more often than usual," and they could not have guessed Trent readily had a hero's outfit or persona. From their limited intel. the boy was not much beyond a school kid. Powers he had, of course, and they much needed to apply them. The vehicle did not take long to reach where they knew Trent stayed at. One of the clones ushered Trent out of the car, and stuck with him when he went.
"Change of clothes and whatever else is important to ya, we'll be busy till she's found." It was all the advice hhe could give, for now.
'Worked a little too well. Armand, you so owe me.' Number Four thought to himself and rolled his eyes. He was uncomfortable enough with the ghost leaning so close, but the pinch sent shivers up his spine and made him walk away quickly.
"Am sure I know." Four replied sternly and sat himself at the wide meeting table near the midst of the warehouse. He began swiftly sorting through papers on the table, distracting himself. They knew of gruesome deaths. The end of the League marked many for such a thing. Even their, Armand's, parents. Not a pleasant memory.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:32 am
An age seemed to pass as Phoebe finished her cake. Without the incessant click of China and cutlery the room felt eerily quite. She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "You know..I have work tomorrow so I'll have to go home at some point"
She glanced at Vincent and then the door. It wasn't a complete lie, Phoebe did have work, it was just not in the morning though. Her only problem now was finding a way to get out of there.
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Mason drifted idly beside number 4 as shuffled papers and sorted through thick piles of documents "You people really are boring sometimes".
There was a defeated sigh from the apparition as he continued to mill about the room, picking up times and placing them in different locations, shattering a few light bulbs and just making a general nuisance of himself and a mess of Armand's temporary home.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:36 am
"As do I." He replied. "But that is tomorrow, not now." He replied with a cunning expression. "Hm... I wonder if I have anymore of that red wine..." He muttered in thought, thinking it would be good after eating the cake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:41 am
Coil thought for a moment, he didn't really need anything, and he never 'bought' anything either "no, I'm fine" he said as he followed behind the girl. They reached the district where they had first met, where Voltedge had first tried to absorb him, despite the battle that occurred the day before the streets were crowded with people, had they really become this desensitized to the brawls between the two factions?
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:45 am
Phoebe raised an eyebrow and set her plate properly on the table. She glanced at the clock. for her it seemed far to early to drink but if he wanted to get drunk now that was his prerogative.
Slowly the woman tilted her head, if he was to drunk to stand then Vincent wouldn't stand a chance in hell of stopping her from leaving. Powers or not if he couldn't focus them he had no control.
"Do you have a chess board? If I'm staying here for a while we could at least play a game to pass the time?" In all honesty she wanted to see how good he was at the game. If he was good then at least her new plan stood a chance of working.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:53 am
"Chess? I enjoy the occasional game." He replied, snapping his fingers as a marble set flew over on a board and set itself down gently on the table. "White or Black, and would you like something to drink?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:15 am
Phoebe slowly gathered up the black pieces and set them on the appropriate squares. she had gotten over things randomly appearing in this house.
"I was just curious is all, you seem like a chess player..."
She held up the king, examining the piece with distain, for this to have any chance of working she would need him to start drinking before her but she couldn't exactly refuse at the same time.
"Regular chess is a bit boring after a while... don't you think..."
Phoebe set the piece back on the bored and eyed Vincent, so far he seemed relaxed which was always a good thing.
"We used to play this in college..but instead we would wager that every time someone captured a piece they would have to take a shot.." she trailed off leaving the blanks for Vincent to fill in.
He had said she was free to try any means of escape and at no point did he state she wasn't aloud to play dirty.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:21 am
"Alright. I'll play your game. But let's make it a little more interesting." He replied. "The odds are probably more in your favor since you play more then I, so... If you win, I will let you go. If you loose, you have to kiss me." He replied, going through his alcohol and pulling out two bottles. "Ah... these would do. Irish whiskey and some spice rum." He set the bottles on the coffee table and offered his hand to her. "Deal?" He asked with a sweet smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:35 am
She hadn't been expecting that to go so well...or for him to make a wager like that on the game.
Frowning she picked up the bottle of whisky and scanned the label, for this to work she was going to need something weaker then this. The plan was for her to stay as sober as possible.
Normally when Phoebe played she would cheat, using vodka for her opponent and exchanging her glass for water. "Do you have anything a bit weaker?" she tapped the volume icon at the bottom of the bottle "I may have played it before but we didn't use anything this strong" If he was making that kind f bet she defiantly didn't want to start out on such a heavy liquor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:39 am
"As you wish." He replied, retrieving her a bottle of burgundy with a flick of his wrist. "Well now, lets begin. You start."
((skip to the end?))
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