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Oct 30, 2006 21:45

It has, Puck reflects, been an all right sort of four months, considering he spent them in Satan's thrall. Not as bad as it's made out to be, Satan's thrall. Remarkably hands-off ( Read more... )

puck, will parry, peter venkman

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dragonofgrey October 31 2006, 04:05:04 UTC
(ooc: *snuuuuugs a Merc* Got midterms this week, and had three papers due earlier today, so can understand. Welcome to have a Potterfied Draco or Garfield Venkman)

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puckishly October 31 2006, 04:06:23 UTC
[OOC: Whoever you want, dude!]

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subtle_will October 31 2006, 04:08:15 UTC
The cat sitting in front of Puck isn't moving, either, except to blink now and again and to ruffle her midnight-dark fur or to tap her tail lightly around herself at her front paws.

Nor does she look entirely inclined to move, though the table she's sitting on is likely not as comfortable as the couch nearby is.

The cat is probably not a terribly interesting promise of recreation.

The young man she accompanies, however, isn't sitting terribly far away.

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puckishly October 31 2006, 04:13:21 UTC
Puck beams at the cat!

And the young man, too, though it seems aloof, almost like an afterthought.

Possibly this is teasing.

"Do my eyes deceive?"

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subtle_will October 31 2006, 04:15:41 UTC
The cat--is she smiling?--says nothing at first, but an ear flicks towards the young man on the couch.

He also says nothing. Possibly this is stubborness.

"Hullo," Kirjava says instead, turning her wide yellow eyes back on Puck. Happily: "It's nice to see you."

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puckishly October 31 2006, 04:23:00 UTC
Puck smiles brightly at her.

"'Tis an unlooked-for delight, Kirjava dearest. I had wondered when our paths might cross again."

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doc_venkman October 31 2006, 04:16:54 UTC
Nearby, there was a large fat cat cleaning himself.

"Surprised you're looking bummed, thought this was your sort of holiday."

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puckishly October 31 2006, 04:26:09 UTC
He tilts his head.

"We've a few hours yet 'til the day proper. Perhaps my spirits shall climb."

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doc_venkman October 31 2006, 04:51:53 UTC
The cat waddled a bit closer, and peered around, "Could have fooled us there. Guess Bar wanted to get a early start on it. Anyway, isn't the night before the traditional one for the tricks?"

Bad Venkman, baiting the trickster fairy. No treat for you.

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puckishly October 31 2006, 04:56:33 UTC
Puck looks utterly innocent.

"I am sure, my good feline," he says, "that I would know absolutely nothing about any of that."

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