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Day 42: Mountain Antiques [Evening]

Jul 12, 2009 21:19

Truth be told, Luxord wasn't particularly worried about Mr. Tim or anyone else that might have wished to seek revenge against his actions if their cover was blown; Grell had every right to toss off his disguise if he wanted to and X was not about to stop him. What he was concerned about, however, was this date turning worse than it already had. ( Read more... )

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deadlyjuliet July 15 2009, 01:35:04 UTC

Dinner had and with supper at the Institute to 'look' forward to, Grell was more than content to just wander aimlessly through town. He felt that it might be a bad idea to stab Luxord in the neck in the restaurant, but should he get the chance somewhere in town? Hiding bodies in an alleyway was so much easier. Then again, if Luxord felt the good nature to turn his favor toward Grell again, then why spoil the fun? The knife would wait and he could easily hide it in his sleeve or socks before returning to the Institute ( ... )

clockmongler July 15 2009, 22:30:42 UTC

X nodded his head with a little smile and proceeded to open the door for the lady (of course, it could also simply be interpreted as being polite to someone with their hands full), then following her in ( ... )

deadlyjuliet July 16 2009, 02:34:50 UTC

The door opened, Grell stepped through and once he was certain the shelves would hide him, he dropped the act altogether. A sharp smile spread across his lips and he shifted his weight slightly back, jaunting one hip to the side to balance the box on it. What a delightful little store this was - filled with the sorts of trinkets and baubles one would expect to find in a wonder cabinent. Sadly, no shrunken heads. Those were always morbidly amusing ( ... )

clockmongler July 16 2009, 03:46:33 UTC

"Yes..." He sounded as if he were hypnotized, completely entranced by that mesmerizing ticking. Just as Grell wandered on his own, Luxord did much of the same, following that sound, weaving through the aisles to find the source.

Oh. Oh my.

There were so many clocks. Not so many as, say, a clock store, but after being deprived for so long, this place was a miracle in itself to the Nobody. Was this... love? Was this what love was supposed to feel like? It was a foreign memory, but it was there, lingering in the back of his mind as he examined the items before him, ghosting his hands over their faces with more affection and understanding than he managed to show anything else in the past four years. They were so... so magnificent, so wonderful! So beautiful!

He wanted to stay here. Why couldn't they imprison him here? He'd be much more comfortable, in any case. He wouldn't fight them. They could encase him in a bubble within this aisle of the antique shop, in the middle of this nowhere town, forgotten and alone for the rest of eternity ( ... )

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wearsthehakama July 18 2009, 10:06:47 UTC

Kaoru suppressed a little laugh and dug her elbow into Kenshin's ribs. "Don't be silly, Kenshin," she replied. "You're definitely the oldest antique in here." Young-faced old man.

She poked a very tanned girl-doll in a grass skirt with a finger as they passed, and was amused to watch her shake her hips. "Do you think they'd have anything?" Even if it was old, maybe it would look somewhat familiar.