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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 1:08:15 GMT -6
Germain smiled and bowed politely and escorted him up the dark stairs. "Mind the last step."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 8:49:24 GMT -6
He nodded and made a point of looking down at the steps, idly hopping over the last one to avoid any problems. "It is sehr strange..." he whispered softly. "Do you know...I vas born in 1922?" he asked him, feeling compelled to tell the strange British man.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 11:58:02 GMT -6
"Not surprising." Germain smiled at him, a knowing sort of smile.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 11:59:37 GMT -6
"Vhy do you say zhat? Do you know somezhing I don't? Ach, it is so strange! I...I look so young und yet I am so old!" he cried out helplessly, shaking his head.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 12:01:12 GMT -6
"Agelessness happens. You'll find that you'll have a lot in common with a majority of citizens here in this city I wager."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 12:05:10 GMT -6
"Hm...vill zhis Miles know vhy?" he asked hopefully.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 12:08:08 GMT -6
"It's very likely. And if he doesn't, well he's a rather resourceful... man."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 12:09:28 GMT -6
He smiled happily and nodded his head, following after him excitedly. "I cannicht vait to see him!"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 16:16:37 GMT -6
Germain tapped on the VIP door. "Sir? Someone's here to see you."
"--I have to go, my Dove. I will try to make it home tonight." A softer tone of voice. "I love you too. Bye." Then he spoke more professionally. "Enter."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 19:41:42 GMT -6
Slowly Alfons stepped into the door, blushing faintly as he looked into the office. "Hallo?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 19:52:48 GMT -6
The man behind the desk was in a black trench coat, and shades. He had scars on his face and short, platinum blonde hair.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 12, 2010 19:57:10 GMT -6
He looked at the man curiously and slowly he walked into the office, biting his lower lip as he looked down at the ground. "I vas told to see you."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 21:36:23 GMT -6
The man leaned back in his chair and motioned to the bowl on his desk. "What brings you to my fair city?"
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 13, 2010 2:40:26 GMT -6
"I vant answers." he said softly. "Und somevhere vhere I can truly belong." he added. "I...I am nicht supposed to be alive right now...or at least I should nicht look like zhis...I vas born in 1922...I do nicht understand..."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 2:45:19 GMT -6
Miles rubbed his chin with his left hand. "It sounds like a time problem." Then he thought for a second, an idea has hit him. "Have you thought about working in the hospital district here?"
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