A World of Leagues: English Thread
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				Title: <strong>A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 12:44:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"> January 19, 1912</div><br>Campon Bond knocked on the door loudly before entering. The large man settled into a chair, which creaked and threatened to snap under his weight, before lighting his pipe. Normally he wouldn't come to see the freaks like this, they usually came to him, but this was a special occasion. Whenever there were new people to be introduced into the group that he considered to ruin his career he liked to introduce them in person. <br><br>His pudgy fingers flipped through the one new Dossiers that sat in his lap. A male. If it were up to him then all these people would be locked up and executed, but as it was the government felt better about using their 'talents' to their advantage. After the ordeal with those Mars Aliens he thought they would of disbanded this whole group, but no, instead they kept it going and kept that insufferable woman. Bond hated her more than anything else about this group. She was noisy, loud, and rude. He felt like giving her a smack once in a while to let her know her place as a woman, but he knew that would never due.<br><br>When reports of Allen Quatermain's death reached the English government he'd once again hoped for the group to be disbanded, but instead that horrible woman brought back the White Hunter's son. And now they had brought along not only a new little freak with them, but a compulsive liar one at that. At first they had reported this 'Orlando' to be a female, but it was obvious that Orlando was a male. He didn't understand why the government put up with that one. As far as Bond could tell the boy was just annoying and served no purpose. He was sure the only reason the liar was tolerated was because Murray had taken him in as her companion like she had Quatermain Jr. The rumors of their supposed three way 'relationship' was enough to make him shudder with sickness.<br><br>Still, he wasn't allowed to voice any of this to them. Instead he sat silently and waited for the horrible wench to make her appearance. As for the new person, hewere sitting out in the handsome cab. Bond would bring himin once he'd let the wench know of their admittance to their circus.<br><br><hr><hr><hr><br>The knock stirred Mina from her sleep. She rolled over and brushed some of the dark hair from her eyes. The woman rolled over to see her bed companion still fast asleep and rolled her eyes. For someone that supposedly lived through all he said he did, it would take a marching band to wake him up.<br><br>Mina climbed out of the bed and began to dress. Making sure that first off her scarf was tight around her neck as usual. Even if she wanted to go around without it now, it would be difficult to do so. Anytime she did remove the cloth the smallest breeze was too cold for her neck to stand. Really the only person she was comfortable with exposing her neck to was Allen, though she did so in front of Orlando once in a while. Sadly, Quatermain was away for the time being with no set time for return. It always saddened her when he was sent off without her. At least she still had Orlando, though at times she wanted to smack the male.<br><br>It took her a good half an hour to get dressed in her corset and dress. Her hair was brushed back in it's usual up-do and she finally walked over to the bed to wake the effeminate male. Instead of waking him sweetly, as she knew that was unlikely to work, she grabbed the blanket and yanked it from his body. Tossing the blanket in a pile on the floor she let the cold air in the room do it's work as she stood there with her hands on her hips.<br><br>"I swear, it would take a herd of elephants rampaging through here to wake you up," Mina snapped before using one of her hand fans to smack him on the hip just enough to cause a sting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 13:06:04</strong>
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				Orlando made a rather annoyed sound as the blanket was torn off of him.&nbsp; He curled his naked body up, shivering a bit.&nbsp; "Damn it Mina!&nbsp; Helen of Troy wouldn't wake me to noon!" He muttered.&nbsp; The hand fan came down, slapping on one of his smooth thighs making him cry out in pain and sit up in bed.&nbsp; He grumbled, rubbing his thigh as he glared at her.&nbsp; "What is it that couldn't wait another hour?"&nbsp; He muttered as he smoothed his short cut hair back.<br><br>Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he slowly got up and stumbled to his own closet.&nbsp; Opening it up, he first pulled out a rather fancy dress.&nbsp; He blinked than looked down at his naked form and the male member which hung there.&nbsp; "Oh yes.." He replied, still half asleep.&nbsp; He hung it back up then pulled out a suit, starting to get dressed and combed.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 15:49:07</strong>
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				Mina smirked a little before smacking the hand fan closed into her palm, "Helen of Troy I bet..." she said under her breath before threatening to smack his thigh once more. Luckily for him, he climbed out of the bed and began to dress, "I heard a knock. It's probably that wreched man again..." as much as Bond hated her, she couldn't stand him must more. Mina would rather deal with being groped by those men in the opium den where she found Allen agian than to spend time listening to Campon Bond rattle on. He was insufferable and rude, not to mention the fact that he'd nearly her killed and raped almost everytime he sent her somewhere.<br><br>While Orlando was finishing up dressing she made her way out alone and saw him making himself comfortable, "And what do we owe this early morning visit to?" she asked snarkily before walking over to him. The man didn't even see fit to stand up in her presence. Probably no longer considering her a 'Lady' anymore after these years of dealing with her. <br><br><hr><br>A little startled he coughed before relaxing back into the chair and puffing on his pipe. As much as he was annoyed by Orlando he would rather deal with him than Mina, "Yes, well," he didn't even apologize for waking them, "I have a new recruite for you," he set the dossiers down on the coffee table and watched her pick it up, "Mr. Crumble. While I don't approve of adding more to this...group," he choose his words carefully, "It's not up to me. He is are waiting outside. Inform Orlando of him while I go fetch him from the cab."<br><br>Bond tore his hulking form from the chair and lumbered towards the door. Once outside he headed for the cab, knowing the occupant was probably bored, annoyed, or confused as he had not been told much (if anything at all). He invited the man in.<br><br><hr><br>Mina in the meantime waited for Orlando and read over the dossier breifly. She disliked adding new people. She'd been much happier when it was just her, Allen, and even Orlando. But she knew that with each new member would bring a new adventure, that she was happy for as she had been getting bored lately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:46:00</strong>
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				Orlando walked out of their bedroom, adjusting the bowtie of the rather fashionable suit he chose for today.&nbsp; If one thing could be said for Orlando, he knew how to dress regardless of his gender.&nbsp; "So what did the big walking pile of blubber want now?"<br><br>He walked over to where breakfast things had been set out including tea.&nbsp; He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea than one for Mina which he slid over to her.&nbsp; He took a long sip of it, relaxing a bit.&nbsp; "Surerly we can't be good for his blood pressure. " He remarked, not even trying to hide his disdain for the man.
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 07:54:27</strong>
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				Oliver Crumble wondered why he had been told to wait in the carriage.&nbsp; Fight conflicting emotions of anxiety and eager anticipation, he idled the time by taking a small 3/8ths-inch spanner from his coat pocket and adjusting one of the small bolts on the wrist of his artificial arm.&nbsp; His third and fourth fingers were constricting on their own, occasionally spasming randomly, or so it seemed like.&nbsp; It probably some adjustment in the anterior extensor phalange.&nbsp; If he concentrated, he could hear the quiet ticking of the gears in his shoulder rotator assembly as they spun incessantly, and every so often the hiss of steam gas escaping from his dorsal pressurized cannister became apparent.&nbsp; It was a pain in the neck, sometimes, but it served its purpose well enough.<br><br>When the large man finally approached and held the door open for him, he tucked the spanner back into the inside of his coat, in its small compartment next to the 1/2 inch, the 1/4 inch, the 5/16ths inch, and the adjustable crescent wrench, and stood up.&nbsp; He stepped down from the cab, walked around to the luggage compartment, and retrieved his trunk.&nbsp; It was easy to identify--it was the only one that sounded like it had loose parts rattling around inside, with the occasional click and <em>spoing</em>.<br><br>A button on the handle caused parts of the luggage casing to slide apart, and four thin brass rods, each about an inch and a half in diameter, began to protrude.&nbsp; They extended to their full lengths, about a foot from the trunk itself, and abruptly folded downward, forming what turned out to be four little legs.&nbsp; Stutteringly, haltingly, the trunk tottered forward, while Oliver himself walked cautiously beside it.<br><br>Oliver removed his hat upon entering the house, shyly waiting to be introduced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 16:08:57</strong>
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				"Apparently a new member," she commented soflty while looking over the Dossier, "A Mr. Oliver Crumble...never heard of him before, but we all know the reason why we were recruited, so I'm sure he'll bring a new interesting asspect," Mina preferred the group to stay small, but it wasn't really her choice.<br><br><hr><br>Bond lead the man instead and didn't even offer to assist with the luggage. Instead he just puffed on his pipe and opened the door, "Mr. Crumble," he motioned him in and made him set down the trunk so he could be introduced, "Mr. Crumble this is Miss. Murray. She will be your...group leader," he so hated calling that woman a leader of any sort, "...and this is...this..." he motioned to Orlando, "Orlando," he'd never been given a last name.<br><br><hr><br>Mina stood when Oliver came and and prodded Orlando closer for the introductions.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 16:12:28</strong>
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				Orlando looked up from his tea with a rather bored expression on his face than took a sip of it.&nbsp; He didn't stand, never did understand the custom.&nbsp; Orlando studied the large man for awhile then finally he spoke.&nbsp; "Oh dear.&nbsp; I do hope he knows that oil doesn't come out of the carpets that easily.&nbsp; The last thing we need is having someone having a hissy fit after we send them our cleaning bill."<br><br>He looked over at Bond, staring at him, then gave him a sly and flirty wink.&nbsp; How he loved pushing the fat man's buttons.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 06:38:04</strong>
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				"Miss Murray," said the strange young man.&nbsp; "Mr. Orlando."&nbsp; He nodded, politely, removing his hat in his right hand and held it, genteely, as one might do during a proper formal introduction.&nbsp; "I've heard so much about you. I've read about your exploits with Captain Nemo.&nbsp; Is he around, by any chance?&nbsp; There is much that we would have in common, I think, as men of science."<br><br>Meanwhile, the ambulatory luggage walked on its stilted mechanical legs until it bumped into Mr. Bond's doughy calf, where it tried to exert a gentle forward pressure.&nbsp; "Oh dear," said Crumble.&nbsp; "I must attend to my luggage.&nbsp; Giving it a means of self-propelled locomotion was simple, but, unfortunately, there does not appear any way to make it aware of its environment.&nbsp; Hrmmm... perhaps some sort of sensor, on springs...."
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 12:34:08</strong>
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				Mina nearly smacked Orlando over the head for not getting up and ignoring common tradition of standing up. He did this all the time. She half preferred the boy when he was a woman, though as a woman Orlando could be rather annoy as well. It was hard to be completely happy with Orlando's personality traits, but something about the gender changing person couldn't be denied as charming. <br><br>Bond nearly gave a womanly scream and it took all Mina had to keep from snickering. Things like the luggage walking were interesting, but ceased to 'scare' or 'surprise' her. She'd seen flying ships, aliens, pools of immortality, and her lover de-age before her eyes. A walking trunk was little compared to that or even Dracula or Mr. Hyde. Instead the thirty-something woman took a step forward and held her hand out to Oliver before he went back to take care of the trunk.<br><br><hr><br>"Blast it all! What the devil is that?!" Bond yelled out, almost falling over when he felt the pressure at his leg. His tubby body lurched forward and he stared at the damned thing. How he hated coming here. If it wasn't one thing it was another. Either way, he hated it all, "I'm leaving," he coughed out and headed towards the door. He would normally stay to explain why Oliver was needed, but it was all in the Dossier and he felt ill from all of this.<br><br><hr><br>"So soon, Mr. Bond?" Mina asked sweetly, though she was happy to see him go, "I'll take it all is in here..." she held up the file and smirked a little as the large man exited the building and left the three of them alone.<br><br>"Well...Mr. Crumble. You've joined at a rather odd moment. Nearly all our group is gone for the time being, so I guess it will just be the three of us. I'm sure Orlando wouldn't mind helping you find a room...?" she glanced over at the blond boy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 16:19:50</strong>
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				Orlando could feel Mina's eyes practically burning a hole in his skull.&nbsp; It wasn't his fault that these Victorian English had so many customs.&nbsp; He snickered a bit behind a napkin in a rather feminine way as Bond hurried out.<br><br>He looked up at Mina, sure he was going to get a chewing out later about manners.&nbsp; He finished his tea than set up.&nbsp; "I suppose so.&nbsp; We have some excellent rooms though I prefear the more open rooms in the Middle East.&nbsp; Sinbad has an excellent bedroom."&nbsp; Nothing like talking about his ex-lovers to rub Mina the wrong way.&nbsp; But than part of him enjoyed when she smacked him around.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 18:17:52</strong>
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				The two seemed to have some kind or conversation going on that involved Oliver in a slight way that he probably had no clue about. The talking of Sinbad made Mina smirk a little and look at the floor for a moment before smacking her hand fan into her palm, "Yes, well, this isn't the Middle East. Now, just show Mr. Crumble here to a room and no lip about it, okay?" she raised an eyebrow and stared him down.<br><br>She then turned on her heel to face Oliver, "As for your luggage...please do try to keep it under control. I'll not have it knocking over tables. One of the rules in this house is that since we do not have servants to keep it clean, we must each do it ourselves. So any mess it or you makes you will take care of personally, understand?" though she did find herself cleaning up after Allen and Orlando from time to time, "We don't have servants due to the rather highly classified status of us personally and some of our mission..." which the current one she was about to head to her office to look over before best deciding how they would handle it.
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 03:15:05</strong>
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				Oliver reached out and, after a moment's hesitation in which he seemed unsure whether to shake Miss Murray's hand or kiss it, decided apparently upon the former.&nbsp; His right arm was apparently hale and healthy, and very human, rather unlike the clicking, hissing, clockwork limb of his left.<br><br>He absorbed the conversation like an observer at a tennis match, watching the repartee swing back and forth, well aware that there were undercurrents there to which he was not privy.&nbsp; "Very good," he said, in response to Miss Murray's imprecation.&nbsp; "Perhaps I can design some sort of mechanism, some sort of clockwork...broom...pusher.&nbsp; Yes, I can see it, an arrangement of gears and belts, with a revolving flange arrangement..."<br><br>He lapsed into thought, already sketching out designs and schematics in his mind.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 13:06:42</strong>
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				Orlando quickly looked away, Mina easily staring him down.&nbsp; If there was one thing about Orlando that most did not expect was that the lippy man/woman was submissive at heart and Mina was anything but a submissive.&nbsp; He arched a slender eyebrow as Oliver proceeded to get lost in a world of cogs and gears.<br><br>"Yes well while I am sure that is all fascinating, lets keep all our little bits in as few places as possible.&nbsp; This way."&nbsp; He said, motioning back to the bedrooms.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 00:40:14</strong>
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				Mina began flipping through the papers in the Dossier and called over her shoulder as the two men headed towards the bedrooms, "Don't get too comfortable, Gentlemen, we're only going to be here for the night. Orlando, pack light, understand?" she didn't say where they were going, but at least gave them the warning that they wouldn't be staying here much longer. Instead of giving anymore details she headed into the study room and closed herself in it to read over the file. It was always better for her to read it on her own rather than to try and explain it before knowing it all. Mina would clue them in at dinner tonight. <br><br>The dark haired woman settled down at her desk and laid the file out on it. She began reading over it. About an hour into it she had a stack of books on the table as well, obviously reading over her history to learn what she needed as she had done with Mars years before. Part of her hoped that Orlando wasn't scaring off their new member. The gender changing immortal could be quite over bearing and difficult for many to deal with. Even she lost her temper with Orlando at times. She wasn't sure if she preferred the now man as a woman or a man. Each had it's ups and downs.<br><br>It was rather late in the day by the time she came out of the study. Miss. Murray was not very happy with their new assignment, but it wasn't really her choice what their assignments were. All she could do was explain to the others as best she could from the information she had. Meanwhile she wasn't fully informed, as usual, and that worried her. Usually when that happened she ended up nearly being killed.<br><br>"Orlando...where are you?" she called out, "Mr. Crumble?" she called them both out from wherever they were into the parlor room.
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 04:49:21</strong>
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				It took Oliver very little time to transform his living quarters into something that was, essentially, a mess.&nbsp; There was no other word for it.&nbsp; A well-ordered mess, perhaps: one that showed signs of industry, of activity, of things being built, being modified, being turned into other things, or perhaps dissassembled back into component parts to see where he went wrong in the first place.&nbsp; But it was a mess.<br>When she found him, Oliver was sitting backwards on a chair, his coat off, vest undone, shirt rolled up at the sleeves, his necktie loosened.&nbsp; He had a strange sort of bronze headband on his head, to which was attached some sort of extending arm to which, in turn, was attached a large glass lens, and it was through this that he was intently focusing on something on his desk.&nbsp; He had a screwdriver in one hand, a pair of calipers in the other, and when she called on him he looked up, the lens giving him the appearance of having one huge eyeball.<br><br>"What? Yes, yes, I'll just be one moment," he insisted, showing up ten minutes later in a state of hastily-prepared composure in the parlor room, <em>sans</em> headwear.&nbsp; Hurriedly fixing his collar, he smiled nervously at Mr. Orlando and Ms. Murray.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 18:07:42</strong>
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				Mina was not happy with the cluttering around she heard from Oliver's room. The man was a mess and she just hoped he kept it to himself. It was bad enough having to clean up after Allan and Orlando. Eventually Orlando came wandering out from wherever he'd been and soon followed Mr. Crumble. Mina was in the process of lighting up a fag when the two appeared and she gave them both a half smile before sitting down.<br><br>"I can't say I'm happy about our new assignment, but it should prove interesting. I appears that an old enemy of Allan Sr. and mine has left the country and decided to take up residence in America. I honestly don't know why the government cares. I would think they would be happy he's gone, but apparently they want him brought back so he can be tried and probably put to death here. The last report of him was that he was heading to the Southern states. No reason why listed," Mina assumed he was just trying to escape whatever fate the United Kingdom had for him by hiding out in some backwater American town.<br><br>"I want you both ready to go by morning.. Unfortunately we'll have to take a boat," she would of much preferred Nemo's submarine, but that was out of the question. Boat would have to do. The trip would take about a week. Though finding the damn man would take an undetermined amount of time, "Pack at least a week's worth of clothing," she took a few puffs from her smoke before putting it out and getting to her feet. She too needed to pack. If she left it all to Orlando she'd never know what was in there. Just to spite her she wouldn't be surprised if he'd pack her nothing but under garments and nothing else. Or even dresses, but no under garments.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 17:44:22</strong>
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				Orlando came out of their room and took a seat.&nbsp; He made himself comfratable as Mina explained their mission. "So we must go to this oversized backwater country to find one man?&nbsp; Sort of like finding a toothpick in a haystack huh?"&nbsp; He couldn't say he was happy to go but he didn't have much choice.&nbsp; Mina would make sure he was on the boat one way or the other.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he would bring to America but he was all ready going over his options in his head.<br><br>Orlando finally got up to walk into their bedroom as he opened his trunk.&nbsp; He started to pack, even adding a dress or two.&nbsp; Just in case.&nbsp; "This could be a rather boring trip Mina."&nbsp; He replied as they packed.&nbsp; "America isn't what I would call an exciting or civilized country."
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 06:57:59</strong>
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				"America?" said Oliver, stepping out from his room.&nbsp; His shirt was rolled up to the left elbow, and he was making adjustments to his arm with a strange tool that looked like a cross between a wrench and a corkscrew.&nbsp; His left hand-which was hidden beneath a glove--twitched, his fingers spasming strangely before curling up again.&nbsp; A plume of smoke wafted through an opening in the mechanical appendage.&nbsp; "Oh dear.&nbsp; Do you think it might be hot there, do you think?&nbsp; I've often heard tales about their "Wild West."&nbsp; I'm quite looking forward to seeing the locomotive engines."<br><br>There was a buzzing sound, and he reached into his vest pocket to produce a pocketwatch that, when opened, produced a variety of strange implements, including a small mustache-comb, a nail file, a pair of tweezers, and a variety of spanners. <br><br>"Do you like it?" he said, to the room in general.&nbsp; "I call it my Belgian Army Watch.&nbsp; I got the idea after seeing a catalogue of similar contraptions used by infantrymen in the Boer War..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 12:30:43</strong>
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				Mina's eyes widened a little when she saw the pocketwatch, "Oh dear. What in heaven's name is that..." he explained it a bit and she nodded, "Well...has it been of use to you? If so, then good job," she wasn't above giving praise when it was due, "As for the 'Wild West'...the dossier says we probably won't even cross the Mississippi River. So I doubt we'll see any of their West," though she was quick to burst any possible fun.<br><br>"An Asian shan't be too hard to find on the coast that we're going to. They aren't common there. Though hopefully it won't take too long..." she sighed softly before following closely after Orlando towards their bedroom. She didn't really care if Oliver saw them enter the room together. Many already assumed their relationship and the one with Allan. She didn't care anymore. Shame was lost on Mina.<br><br>"I know it'll be a bore," she ran her fingers through Orlando's hair for a moment before going about her own clothing to pack, "I can't say I'll enjoy it and I do hope we don't need to go near New England at all. I met a dreadful woman there when Allan and I went last. She was absolutely insufferable. If it weren't for Allan it might of came to blows between us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: English Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 20:19:33</strong>
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				"Well," said Oliver, tucking the pocketwatch away, "I'm sure it will be an interesting trip, regardless.&nbsp; I shall need a few minutes to get my effects in order."<br><br>He returned to the chaos that he had made of his room, wandering among the piles of junk, trying to determine what he should take.&nbsp; The self-propelled rotary motor...yes, he'd definitely need that.&nbsp; The ambulatory luggage...definitely.&nbsp; <br><br>And so on.&nbsp; After he was done, he thought a moment, and as an afterthought wedged in some trousers and shirts as well.&nbsp; Closing the lid on the trunk was a chore, but eventually by sitting on it, he managed to get the latch to click.<br><br>"Okay then," he said, wiping his hands together.
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