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Subject: .-. Meeting .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 20:47:49 09/01/02 Sun
In reply to: Wytch Hazel 's message, ".Tarquin." on 19:42:33 09/01/02 Sun

He wisely ignored the flush - which was strangely intriguing on her features - and found himself ashamed of his own, simple speech.

"And I am Tarquin, bourne of Isis and son of Osiris."

Very quickly he concluded that he would never understand how to talk with such style as the female, and so he gave up in favor of his usual frank friendliness. No mystery, just...him.

And the voices, but they weren't at the time around and so he saw no reason to involve them in either the conversation at paw or in his thoughts.

"I know your mother, Blood and Chocolate. When I was born she was there to care of my siblings and I. How is she these days? I've seen her around, but I haven't been able to actually speak to her."

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Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 22:48:34 09/01/02 Sun

*lol, and my flaw was unnoticed ^_^ ....yeah right*

His coolness of speech was intruiging; he shall indeed grow up regal. She had been taught prim in thought,but a toss of a refined maw edited in the happening of a taut bodice to draw plyable, a more loosened and relaxed form than the regality of her usual manner.

Well enough; although she has been a little peturbed about the happenings with Common Sense; as I would be as well. A war....what do you think of that? It sounds so vaguely exciting.....but terifying as well.

.WYTCH.HAZEL.
.the brazen.