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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 18:01:57 GMT -6
Germain escorted Alfons out of the room. "Well, he's going to call Emmerich and see if there is room in his flat to house you while you work. Or I'm assuming so. So I guess for now I'd say you can park it in the lounge."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 13, 2010 18:02:32 GMT -6
"Park was in zhe lounge?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 18:18:38 GMT -6
"Oh forgive my metaphors. I meant you can stay and relax in the lounge while he makes his call."
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 13, 2010 18:21:23 GMT -6
"Oh danke!" he giggled and he smiled, walking down into the lounge once more, looking around slowly.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 18:35:42 GMT -6
At this point, two men walked in. A youngish, gorgeous red-headed man with a silk shirt, dress pants and glasses. He had an ornate longsword with Celtic patterns on the hilt and ball strapped to his back and a semi-automatic 10mm pistol holstered at his hip. The other man was taller, broad-shouldered and wore a well-made custom tailored black suit and stylish mirrored shades. He had black hair, slicked back and looked as if he didn't have a weapon - but looks can be deceiving.
"Can't believe he got away again."
"Let it go, Beaumont."
"How hard is it to lose a goddamn dragon?"
"Let it go, Beaumont."
"Don't give me that 'let it go', Monsieur Dragon Slayer."
"I'd rather risk the claws of a cowardly dragon, then an irate Miles. But hey, that's just me." Both men walked toward the stairs.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 13, 2010 18:44:31 GMT -6
"Hallo." Alfons said with a smile, waving at them happily as he took out two parcels of cookies. "Vould you like ein snack?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 18:47:39 GMT -6
The red-head turned and smiled, and gladly took the bag. "Oh! Why thank you!"
The one in the black suit however, declined.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 13, 2010 18:49:08 GMT -6
He smiled, his eyes glowing ever so slightly.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 21:17:16 GMT -6
"Oh my, are those grasshoppers?" The man's eyes lit in pleasant surprise, then produced chocolate mint cookies. "Oh my--!"
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Post by Coraline on Aug 13, 2010 21:18:20 GMT -6
((My head. It has asploded from teh cutes))
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 21:18:48 GMT -6
((lol))
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 14, 2010 2:25:01 GMT -6
Alfons couldn't help but giggle softly. "Ich bin Alfons."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 14, 2010 2:50:49 GMT -6
"The name's Archer. Archer Court. Grumpy over there is Beaumont Leclerc."
"Who are you calling grumpy?" Beaumont glared at Archer.
"You."
The former secret agent only sighed.
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Post by Alfons Ogdein on Aug 14, 2010 2:52:06 GMT -6
"Ja, you do look sehr grumpy." Alfons admitted and once again he held out a parcel of cookies. "Take it." he said with a sweet smile. "It vill make you less angry at everyzhing."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 14, 2010 2:51:23 GMT -6
Beaumont sighed. "Fine."
Archer nibbled on another cookie. "These are quite good."
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