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[She's been working in her underground lair lab. A lot. Her journal is open at the moment, so all that is heard is a lot of various noises and the like. Up until they stop.]...you know, I feel like I forgot about something that could have been important. And I really, for the life of me, can't figure it out. Huh. Oh well. Maybe I'll remember it ( Read more... ) -
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Wow. I think I took a break at a good time. Maybe I'll stay out just a bit longer on that break of mine. -
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Hm. [There's a sound of something being written, and lots of it, followed by a laugh.] Once a curious scientist, always a curious scientist, I suppose.
[Crumpling paper is heard, before it hits something further away (presumably the floor next to the trashcan).] This isn't rocket science, Lucrecia. That was left to a different part of ShinRa, and ( Read more... ) -
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[Despite some still-healing wounds on her person, Lucrecia? Is up. About. Running around. And getting SCIENCE SUPPLIES. Why? Because she's insane, and her love for science and wanting to participate in the ongoings of the science world have been amplified to a billion. Expect a not-sleeping buddy soon, Vexen. :|b] -
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[Guess who has been returned? Yep. Lucrecia is on the outskirts of the town barely conscious, and beaten up pretty badly with lots of bruising. Come help her not be bruised and beaten after being mallynapped? 8D] -
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What the--
[There's nothing but the sound of a scuffle, and the sound of Lu fighting back against something, before it's silence. Yep, this is the other who was Mally-napped. 8D] -
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[Lucrecia is outside of her housing, staring off into... whatever. It looks as if she's in her own little world at the moment. So many things to think on. Kick her if you'd like. 8D She likes it. No really. But she is, in fact, outside and sitting. For now.] -
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A holiday dedicated to love? I think I like this! It's a good thing to have a holiday for.
[ooc; she's free game TAKEN BY SCIENCE 8D ALSO GO COMMENT HERE, NOT-TAKEN LADIES. GIVE KAIN SOME LOVE.] -
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I-- ...where am I? [Rustling noises are here. She's sitting up.] And why am I not in the clothes I remember being in? These are really strange clothes, I must say, but--
...why do I feel something strange on my back? Why does whatever it is on my back feel feathery and--
[dead silence until...]That. Cannot. Be. Isn't it in folklore that when you ( Read more... )