Musings
A sound like a great wind filled the Tower.
"What is that?" asked the Goddess Maggie.
"Sounds like the Holy Spirit, " commented Theo-chan
Zophiel's eyes were wide, but she said nothing.
"You know. . ." mused Duo, "it does sound familiar."
"Hn." grunted Vegeta. "I wouldn't get my hopes up. The climate control is more likely broken."
Draco poked his head out of the broom closet. "Is that--?"
The door to the hall slammed open, interrupting and answering him at once.
"Muse!" Quatre exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy.
"Where have you been?" grumbled Piccolo, who'd noticed her very well maintained tan.
The muse ran a hand through her windswept hair. "I was in Tahiti. . . " she said innocently.
"For two years?" Heero snarled.
"Ohh!" Harry's head poked out above Draco's. "Muse, are we finally gonna get goin' somewhere?"
"Will I ever get my throne?" demanded Vegeta.
"Am I ever gonna get laid?" asked Trowa, who was then elbowed by both a blushing Quatre and a scowling Wufei.
Zophiel still hadn't said anything, and the Muse ignored all the characters, and others, focusing on the grigorim.
"It's time," she said.
"What is that?" asked the Goddess Maggie.
"Sounds like the Holy Spirit, " commented Theo-chan
Zophiel's eyes were wide, but she said nothing.
"You know. . ." mused Duo, "it does sound familiar."
"Hn." grunted Vegeta. "I wouldn't get my hopes up. The climate control is more likely broken."
Draco poked his head out of the broom closet. "Is that--?"
The door to the hall slammed open, interrupting and answering him at once.
"Muse!" Quatre exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy.
"Where have you been?" grumbled Piccolo, who'd noticed her very well maintained tan.
The muse ran a hand through her windswept hair. "I was in Tahiti. . . " she said innocently.
"For two years?" Heero snarled.
"Ohh!" Harry's head poked out above Draco's. "Muse, are we finally gonna get goin' somewhere?"
"Will I ever get my throne?" demanded Vegeta.
"Am I ever gonna get laid?" asked Trowa, who was then elbowed by both a blushing Quatre and a scowling Wufei.
Zophiel still hadn't said anything, and the Muse ignored all the characters, and others, focusing on the grigorim.
"It's time," she said.