[London Steampunk] London Propper
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				Title: <strong>[London Steampunk] London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 01:25:37</strong>
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				These are the streets of victorian London.&nbsp; There are motor cars, men in top hats, women in bustled dresses, but there's a different from the victorian england we all know.&nbsp; Mixed in with the common folk are some less common folk.&nbsp; There are gnomes with strange gadgets, halflings hawking googas, elves offering various magical services.&nbsp; Some of the men and women are waited on by strange animals, anything from draconic looking to fierce dogs that look like they came from hell itself to animal-human hybrids.&nbsp; There are even mechanical men driven by steam or clockwork that carry large items.&nbsp; In this london, almost anything is possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 14:04:06</strong>
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				Standing outside of the large manor she lived in with her mother and father, Madison looked about with a sigh. Malcolm had promised that he'd be home soon! Her car was waiting to take her down to the main part of town, where she was to meet with friends, have tea, and discuss her upcoming party. It would be the social event of the year, if she and her friends had their way. After all, a person only came into Society once in a lifetime! Smiling to herself, she pulled out a list of things from her bag, starting to look over it. Her long, thick black hair was perfectly curled, pulled up and piled at the back of her head, accenting her beautifully sparkling blue eyes, as did the blue gown she wore. It was a gown for a woman, unlike her other childrens clothes, dipping low in a square neck over her full breasts, and while she was quite short in stature, like her mother, she was more than well endowed, with curves meant to fit a mans hands. Not that she really knew about that, or thought about it. She was only 16, after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 20:53:02</strong>
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				Elizabeth Stokes rides slowly down the road, the carriage moving not much faster than a person on a stroll. Pulling the carriage is an odd mechanical beast, its gears whining softly as vents on the beast's flanks emit a steady supply of steam. Elizabeth, holding the reins, frowns disappointedly. "Hmm....I don't like these heat readings...needs more vents...." she says to herself, pulling out a small pad to jot down notes. Looking up from the paper, she notices a young woman standing on the sidewalk, and waves. "Good morning, Miss." she says politely, pulling gently on the reins to slow the mechanical beast. "I do hope I am not intruding on your morning constitutional. I am simple testing a...well, best not to bore you with the details of my endless tinkering. Does the morning find you well?" she says politely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 12:33:39</strong>
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				Looking up as the carriage stopped not far from her, she smiled to the woman that spoke. <br><br>"Good morning. The morning finds me a bit anxious, I must admit, but it is entirely my own fault." Laughing beautifully, she shrugged as she brushed a curl back from her eyes, still holding her list in her hand. She was quite beautiful, and it would likely be somewhat difficult to guess her age. She could not be too old, however, as she was still not dressed fully in a 'womans' proper clothing.<br><br>"And how does the day find you? That is quite a beautiful carriage you have there." She smiled all the more at that, more kind than most of her station. After all, at her age, who cared what station someone was? She liked people for who and what they were. Perhaps it was because she was so young, and not disillusioned as others might think, but she was quite happy with her innocent mind set, and it would take a good deal to change it. Even her father, formidible and well known as he is, could not change her happy disposition. She didn't happen to recognize the woman that was speaking to her, but Elizabeth might recognize her, or at least the home she sat in front of. After all, her father was quite well known, and one of, if not <em>the</em> richest man around for miles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 14:25:32</strong>
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				Malcolm stroled down the street carrying a small box.&nbsp; He knew he was late to meet his sister but he also knew that the time he had taken to get her a present would be worth it.&nbsp; He paused when Madison came into view and she appeared to be talking to someone on the street.&nbsp; He waited out of view, curious as to what was happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 11:24:35</strong>
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				Seemed there were a lot of people on the street that day.&nbsp; <br><br>In his own mind, Harry wouldn't consider his motives for walking down that street, so far from his own home, to be vilainous, or even manipulative, so much as all part of the game.&nbsp; He'd managed to secure an invitation through buisness contacts to Madison's coming of age party, and was curious if she was worth pursuing, and how far?&nbsp; <br><br>Striding lightly down the street, cane in hand, with his wolf hound prancing beside him, the brown haired, green eyed englishman was struck deeply by the two girls ahead of him, he wasn't quite sure which effected him more, Madison's aparent inocence, or the girl with the steam wagon's aparent intelegence.&nbsp; <br><br>The wind shifted and the smell of the gold and purple orchid in the lapel of the tall gymnast's white suit teased their noses as it's subtle aphrodesiac properties teased their subconciouses. <br><br>It had been his plan to be seen by Madison and move on, but Harry reconsidered.&nbsp; He tipped his hat and offered, "Good morning, ladies, anything I can do to be of service?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 11:51:15</strong>
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				Looking to Harry as he approached, she smiled beautifully as she moved into a perfect curtsy of her own greeting.<br><br>"Good day, sir. I've no idea how you might help the lady here..." She motions to the driver of the carriage, then looks back to Harry, still smiling beautifully. <br><br>"But might you perhaps tell me if you've seen a gentleman about? He's got dark hair, like mine, light eyes as well. But of course, he's quite a bit taller than me..." She giggles softly, shaking her head at the silliness of the question, sending her black curls bouncing around her cheeks.<br><br>"I'm waiting for him..." She nodded, still smiling, hopeful that her brother was at least seen -in- town. She would, of course, wait for him forever, as excited to see him as she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 18:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8383.msg303193#msg303193">Quote from: NikitaFirestar on 19-01-2007, 12:33:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And how does the day find you? That is quite a beautiful carriage you have there." She smiled all the more at that, more kind than most of her station. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You are far too kind, Miss. It might best be described as 'utilitarian', if one were being generous. Oh, how rude of me! My name is Elizabeth Stokes. I was hoping to have this...device ready to pick up my parents from the train station this afternoon, but at this rate it will only find use as a joke I can share with my father." she says with a sigh. "In any case, I do hope that your companion appears soon. I shall certainly keep an eye out for him." she says. <br><br>Noticing Harry approaching, she smiled and returned his polite greeting. "Good morning to you as well, sir. Though I fear my current quandry would require the services of faerie tinkerers, it is but a minor concern. My ego shall recover, and I will have the answer soon enough. But perhaps someday I might aspire to the honor of providing for your convenience with one of my devices." she says, disembarking from the carriage and curtsying to the gentleman and lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 00:22:12</strong>
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				Malcolm continued waiting but heard the worried note in his sister's tone so decided to make his entence.&nbsp; He put his hands behind his back, holding the gift out of sight behind him, and marched towards the small grom, "Alright, what's all this here?&nbsp; Did I hear someone say something about a missing brother?&nbsp; Why someone aught to find that rapscalion and give him a stern talking to for keeping his dear sister waiting." he gave his sister a playful wink.&nbsp; He couldn't help but notice as well how his sister seemed to have grown a lot more than he remembered.&nbsp; The cut of her dress certainly gave an eyeful.&nbsp; He quickly berated himself for such thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 00:30:12</strong>
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				Smiling to Elizabeth, she nods her head gently to her in greeting.<br><br>"I'm Madison!... I mean..." Clearing her throat, she glances towards the house, then looks back to the pair she is speaking to.<br><br>"Lady Madison Carter." She smiles beautifully once more, looking as if she's about to say more, though she stops as she hears Malcolm's voice. Gasping, she lets out a squeal of pleasure and all but launches herself at Malcolm.<br><br>"Mal! You made it! Oh, how I've missed you!" Wrapping her slender arms about his neck, she hugs him, her feet easily swept off of the grond due to their differences in height. Of course, it is things like this behavior that anger their father all the more at his visits. He wants the pair seperated permanently, but knows Madison thinks the world of her brother. And it's quite obvious, from how she's hanging on him now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 00:39:46</strong>
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				Malcolm laughs and holds his sister.&nbsp; He carries her as best he can, "Hello Mad, I missed you too.&nbsp; If you can manage to unlatch yourself from me for a few moments I might give you a present too." he chuckles and give her a quick peck.<br>He was wreathed in as much smiles as his sister.&nbsp; She always brightened his day no matter how gloomy or bright it had started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 00:43:19</strong>
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				Giggling as he carried her, the child-like innocence she possessed was easy to see. At the mention of a gift, she gave another squeal of happiness and pleasure and instantly released his neck from her grasp. Landing easily on her feet, she steps back, practically bouncing as she looks up to him.<br><br>"A present? What did you get me? Where is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 01:16:54</strong>
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				He chuckled at her child-like demener.&nbsp; He offered her the box, it was plain white with a pink bow on it.&nbsp; It was only a couple of centimeters tall and several centimeters long and wide.<br>"This is a gift for you to wear after your party." he smiled at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 01:29:38</strong>
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				Taking the box, she continued to smile beautifully as she tore into the box. She was anxious to see what it was, though she had a feeling that it was a necklace. <br><br>"Oh Malcolm, you spoil me! Whatever could it be?" She giggles again, pulling the top open and looking to see what was inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 01:53:06</strong>
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				He chuckles again as she opens it, it was bigger than a necklace box.&nbsp; Infact, inside was a dress.&nbsp; It was made of blue velvet with green backing and black fringes.&nbsp; It wasn't up to her station though since it actually had no bustle at all.&nbsp; He had gotten her a pretty and more practical dress than their father would ever get her.<br>"Well, if you think it's too much I can take it back... I hope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 02:01:45</strong>
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				Seeing that it was a dress, in her favorite colors, her jaw dropped. Looking up to Malcolm, Madison grins up at him.<br><br>"Oh Malcolm, it's beautiful!" Hugging it to her chest, she moves to him, standing on her toes and tugging him down to allow her to kiss his cheek.<br><br>"Thank you so much! How thoughtful of you!" She giggles once more, then looks to the pair standing with them. <br><br>"Isn't it beautiful?" She turns, offering the dress in the package up for them both to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 02:29:12</strong>
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				Malcolm laughed and hugged her again, "Nothing's too good for my baby sister." he returns her kiss.<br>"Now remember, it's for after your party okay?&nbsp; And make sure Father doesn't see it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>02-02-2007, 17:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=8383.msg304827#msg304827">Quote from: Muse on 23-01-2007, 11:24:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seemed there were a lot of people on the street that day.&nbsp; <br><br>In his own mind, Harry wouldn't consider his motives for walking down that street, so far from his own home, to be vilainous, or even manipulative, so much as all part of the game.&nbsp; He'd managed to secure an invitation through buisness contacts to Madison's coming of age party, and was curious if she was worth pursuing, and how far?&nbsp; <br><br>Striding lightly down the street, cane in hand, with his wolf hound prancing beside him, the brown haired, green eyed englishman was struck deeply by the two girls ahead of him, he wasn't quite sure which effected him more, Madison's aparent inocence, or the girl with the steam wagon's aparent intelegence.&nbsp; <br><br>The wind shifted and the smell of the gold and purple orchid in the lapel of the tall gymnast's white suit teased their noses as it's subtle aphrodesiac properties teased their subconciouses. <br><br>It had been his plan to be seen by Madison and move on, but Harry reconsidered.&nbsp; He tipped his hat and offered, "Good morning, ladies, anything I can do to be of service?"&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Having disembarked from her carriage, Elizabeth greeted the polite young man. "Pardon my boldness, sir, but might I inquire what your name is? I don't believe we have met before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-02-2007, 19:13:24</strong>
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				Somewhere down the street, a tall man in an Inverness coat stalks along, stopping every so often to consult the compass in his hand.<br><br><em>Why did I not think of this before?&nbsp; Child's play, really.&nbsp; I must be getting too distracted.&nbsp; Now, where are those four people the Professor wanted?</em><br><br>Simon follows the results of his simple little Locate spell, cast to follow the person of one E. Stokes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 08:06:54</strong>
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				Elizabeth turned to face the tall young man walking down the street, squinting curiously as the man doesn't even seem to be looking where he is going. The compass, in particular, stokes her interest. "Excuse me, but what is that device you are holding? I know that it cannot be a normal compass, given how intently you stare at it. Please do not think me rude in asking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2007, 17:46:41</strong>
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				The tall man, who upon closer inspection has cat-like pupils and slightly pointed ears, glances at Elizabeth...then at his compass.<br><br>"Lady Elizabeth Stokes, I presume?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 03:23:56</strong>
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				"At your service, sir, but I am no Lady...ah, that is to say I am a woman, but I have no title of nobility. My parents are well respected within their fields, and with good reason, but we are a family of academics. But please, forgive my rudeness in correcting you. How can I help you, Mr...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2007, 06:21:29</strong>
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				"Vassail, mademoiselle.&nbsp; Simon Vassail, and I am completely at your service.&nbsp; My employer, a scholar of some esteem and renown, has tasked my person with finding you and three other specific individuals..."<br><br>He glances at the compass.<br><br>"And they, curiously enough, are quite near by.&nbsp; I believe the matter he wishes to discuss to be one of mutual interest and benefit to you all.&nbsp; Will you accept his invitation, sudden and obsure as it is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 03:02:38</strong>
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				Elizabeth considers the option for a moment, looking over to the mechanical horse and carriage, then back to Simon. "I can spare a few minutes, I suppose. Perhaps it will clear my mind to speak with this professor. I am at my wit's end with this contraption."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 03:22:56</strong>
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				"Then if I might continue to impose upon your good graces, we might find the others and conduct all of you at once to his presence, the sooner to settle the matter.&nbsp; Might this be acceptable?"<br><br>He consults his compass again.<br><br>"Oh, dear.&nbsp; I seem to have lost someone.&nbsp; Hopefully they are merely standing quite close to each other..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 13:28:36</strong>
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				Looking up from where she'd been studying her new gown, she smiled beautifully as she saw the new man talking with Elizabeth. Stepping away from her brother, she moves to Elizabeth's side, smiling to the man with the compass.<br><br>"Hello there! How are you this beautiful morning?" She was quite friendly, and obviously quite curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 18:18:37</strong>
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				Simon glances up from the curious device.<br><br>"That, young lady, may depend on whether or not your family name is Lazari...in which case, I've a further question for you and your brother.&nbsp; If not, then yes, it's a beautiful morning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 08:59:25</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow faintly at the strange comment, she glances to her brother over her shoulder, then looks back to the man.<br><br>"Yes, we've the family name Lazari. What question did you have for us? We're running late as it is, will it take long?" She shifted the box she held in her arms until a servant came out of the house to take it for her, returning into the house quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 18:22:33</strong>
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				Simon suddenly grins.<br><br>"Excellent!&nbsp; I represent a gentleman and scholar who has a proposition he should like to discuss with you, your brother, this gentlewoman, and one other..."<br><br>He consults his compass.<br><br>"Who may with fortune be along presently.&nbsp; Will you attend my employer and hear him out, even given the peculiarities of the invitation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 18:35:19</strong>
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				As he listened he turned to his sister, "Why don't you go to your meeting and I'll tell you all about it?&nbsp; I'm sure you'd rather be getting ready for your big day then stuck in a stuffy old room and just talking, no?"&nbsp; He gave her a kind and loving smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 09:22:27</strong>
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				Blinking faintly, she listens to the odd man, then looks to her brother as he speaks. <br><br>"Well... Are you certain? You promised you'd come to lunch with me, Malcolm. Will we have to change it to dinner, then?" Of course, she barely realized that he was protecting her by sending her off, in more ways than one. But she'd missed him!
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindhazingsquid</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 14:35:37</strong>
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				He looked at his sister and smiled at her, "Well, I will leave it up to you, but don't you think your friends will worry about you?"&nbsp; He had missed her as well.&nbsp; He would very much like to have her with him at the meeting but at the same time he was worried about what the Professor was calling them for.&nbsp; As he looked at her, the sweet, innocent look in her eyes caused him to hug her gently, "Of course if you come with us we can have lunch AND dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 15:02:00</strong>
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				"I do not think my employer shall take up very much of your time."<br><br><em>If he remembers to stay on the business at hand, that is.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: London Propper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikitaFirestar</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 18:25:57</strong>
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				Returning the hug, she glances to the man, then looks back to Malcolm with a beautiful smile.<br><br>"Well then let's just see what it is he'd like, and be off to lunch!" Giggling, she brushes a bit of hair back, then steps back to look about to see if that was acceptable with everyone.
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