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[tar_aldarion]

*decides to head out for a bit while Nienor's planning redecorating ideas* *is still wrestling with the idea of losing his study*

*strolls into town, wondering how things are at the Consulate*

*swings by*

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[star_brow]

*is out window-shopping*

*hasn't seen you yet*

*OME RUN!!*

[tar_aldarion]

*poor unsuspecting thing*

*takes out his notebook to look over the list from yesterday*

*stops to jot a few things down*

[star_brow]

*isn't looking where she's going*

*runs smack into you*

Oh! Pardon m-

O_O

[tar_aldarion]

Oh, dear me, I'm so-

...

...

[tar_calion]

*Works quietly in his office when he hears shrieking.*

*Goes to the window to see if it's Caranthire attacking some hapless peanut vendor.*

*leans out to have a look*

Oh bloody hell!

[tar_aldarion]

*dodges a charge* o_0 >.

[tar_calion]

*Bounds downstairs and runs outside* :S

Bugger, bugger, bugger, why didn't he say he was coming back? I could have warned him...

((Because that's no fun!))

Shut it, mun.

[tar_aldarion]

*examines his ripped sleeve* *mutters* Damn she still keeps those things sharp...