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Aug 09, 2005 00:49

The bedroom was quiet now, void of life save for Anna and a single mog. Her body lay curled beneath the down blankets and comforters, only a few strays of her soft black hair peeking out from beneath the sheets. She moaned softly, nuzzling the pillow bound in her arms. It was that, or she'd have done the same to Ramon. The woman loved to snuggle. ( Read more... )

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death_in_a_suit August 8 2005, 23:15:36 UTC
Suddenly the figure of a man materialised next to her bed. He was plae and drawn, and looks down at her concern etched on his face.
"Anna? How do you feel?"

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gremlinctrouble August 8 2005, 23:17:16 UTC
From beneath the covers she hardly moved other than a leg gliding beneath the covers. Unseen. She was sleeping. Still.

One of the mogs came to him, looking over a clip board with vital recordings.

"She still needs rest, sir. Maybe if you come back later..."

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death_in_a_suit August 8 2005, 23:20:56 UTC
He nodded at the creature. "Alright," He knew he wouldn't be coming back, but he said it anyway. "A Senor Salazar will be arriving shortly, with a cure for her state, see to it that he is treated well. Do you understand me?"

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gremlinctrouble August 8 2005, 23:26:12 UTC
The creature nodded. Of course it would. Ramon Salazar was on the special guest list.

"Yup."

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8th_castellan August 9 2005, 00:28:27 UTC
*Salazar shortly appeared at the front door. Literally. Seeing that Senor Black had somehow used his powers to teleport him there, he appeared in the front hall in a small shower of smoke and sparks. The mog that had greeted and instructed him on his last visit jumped slightly, but otherwise wasn't terribly surprised. Obviously, strange happenstances weren't as strange as one would think around this place. The mogs were accustomed to it, it would seem.

After being chirpily informed that the moogles all had been notified to expect him, the wee furry beast indicated the hallway he pointed him down last time, the way to Senorita Truble's room. Salazar quickly took off in that direction. He again found himself entering a similar situation as last time, except for the fact that Anna appeared to be sleeping soundly this time, a pillow held close to her chest. Just the way he had left her.

He carefully and quietly made his way over to the bedside and cleared his throat.*

A-Anna? Anna, are you awake? I...I have something for you....

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gremlinctrouble August 9 2005, 15:15:05 UTC
A small moan fell from her lips beneath the mound of covers. A hand swiped out, pillow in tow and tossed it in the general direction of the sound. With a hefty thump, a mog tumbled back as it was blindsided by the down pillow. Anna moaned again, more of a sleepy sound than anything else. As the woman weaseled her way from beneath the covers, bare fleshy colored feet touching the white marble floor. As Anna stood, her body didn't seem to be as tall as it was before. Or as skeleton thin ( ... )

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8th_castellan August 9 2005, 17:07:36 UTC
*He stared.

He couldn't help it. He was completely FLOORED.

It certainly seemed like it was Anna in some respects...Same hair, same eyes...But she was...well, younger. Not nearly as young in appearances as him, but certainly a far shade younger than when he left her. And she appeared far more healthy, more vibrant...

He was thankful at this point that the vials he had brought were not in his hands when he had laid eyes upon her or he surely would have dropped and broken them. Instead, they both remained in one of his deep coat pockets and one of his hands wandered over to them, wondering if they were even neccessary anymore.*

...A-Anna? Is that...It that you? You are...different. Are you f-feeling better now? Are you rested? Healed?

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gremlinctrouble August 9 2005, 17:55:38 UTC
She blinked down at him. Her brows furrowed as she found he had grown. No. Wait. The floor was a bit higher around her bed. That was impossible. They would have waken her doing that. She blinked again, gazing down at Ramon. Light bare steps were made to him, fingers clutching her robe shut over her chest. Her slenderly smooth legs peeked out from the slit in the fabric. The woman's gaze turned over to the mog... Who was staring in complete and utter shock at her...

"What? What are gawking at?" Her glance now to Ramon. "Do I have something on my face? Am I still all wrinkly?"

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