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Post by ryocker on Dec 28, 2015 1:46:21 GMT -5
(Another split off- this thread specifically follows Crescent and Annabelle's time together.)
The fancily dressed red-head looked up, tensing her gloved hands as she formed a barrier around herself and Crescent. When the alchohal wave splashed on the whole club, many people started swearing and cussing at the gunk on their clothes. By the dance floor, every single ignewax was reduced to stone ornaments, Waxevius himself also greying with his flame heart going out.
"...Well, that was an event," the woman offered, the air around them no longer distorting.
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Post by DMis on Dec 28, 2015 1:51:58 GMT -5
Crescent blinked. "Good save. The get up is dry clean only..." 'he' offered. "And that it was."
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Post by ryocker on Dec 28, 2015 22:48:39 GMT -5
Some time passed, the pair now back in their seats. "Well, as long as we're getting to know eachother... what's your story?" the red head asked. She took a sip of her drink, shivering a bit at the taste.
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Post by DMis on Dec 28, 2015 22:55:51 GMT -5
"Not much to tell. Been on the island for who knows how long. I can barely remember my life before here," Crescent offered with a sad tone.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 28, 2015 23:23:48 GMT -5
Her eyes widened. "Not even a little," she asked. She then gave a deep sigh. "Hmm... Amnesia's not something easily cured, I'm afraid..."
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Post by DMis on Dec 28, 2015 23:31:45 GMT -5
"I know I was in a not so pleasant business as a hit man..." Crescent offered.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2015 0:27:03 GMT -5
"Hit man?" she parroted. "Hmm... well, you do look a bit rough around the edges... I can see how you'd be a gun for hire, but that can't be all you can remember."
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Post by DMis on Dec 29, 2015 0:28:43 GMT -5
'There is more but I'd rather not say,' Crescent thought. "There is but it's rather improper things..." he offered.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2015 0:33:30 GMT -5
She smiled. "Well, since that's as much as I'm getting from you... would you like to ask me anything?" she offered.
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Post by DMis on Dec 29, 2015 0:57:48 GMT -5
"What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing in this place?" Crescent replied with a smirk.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2015 1:18:58 GMT -5
"Good question," she smiled, adjusting her fingerless gloves. "Let's see..." A thousand thoughts scattered through her mind, the woman trying to figure out just what collection would make for a good story. A mysterious being whisked her here? No, too cliche. She came searching for a husband? Hah, if only that were true.
She gave a gentle smile. "Would you believe me if I told you I'm a super heroine?" she asked.
A brief memory of a masked woman in the mall itched at Crescent's mind...
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Post by DMis on Dec 29, 2015 1:21:29 GMT -5
Crescent blinked. "Blue Flame?" he whispered in a confused tone.
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2015 1:25:16 GMT -5
She gave a gentle chuckle. "So you do recognize me," she smiled. "I guess I don't have to worry about my secret identity- it took you a while to notice~"
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Post by DMis on Dec 29, 2015 1:47:36 GMT -5
"It was a brief encounter last I recall, Miss Annabelle," Crescent replied with a chuckle. "But still it is good to see you once more and shoot the breeze so to speak."
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Post by ryocker on Dec 29, 2015 2:42:14 GMT -5
She made a finger gun, blowing a gust at Crescent's head. "So to speak," she smiled.
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