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recommencelogs2014-11-18 01:44 am
dominateartimus) wrote in recommencelogs2014-11-18 01:44 am
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[Open] All that to hide the fact that he's a rogue. Yes, he's a rogue! Don't be deceived!
Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.
But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.
But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.
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Yes, he intentionally said that to rile up the Djinn and unable to do a damn thing about it.
"Do you really want him to be here?" He asks before noticing her sinking the ball in to the hole. "...Nice shot."
He moves in to position at the start and lowers the ball on to the green before taking a moment to line up his shot. Once he's sure that the boat's sway won't interfere, he hits the ball and watches it ricochet off the sides of the course before stopping right by the hole. Or at least until the ship tilts and the ball goes in.
He blinks in surprise before asking, "Does that count for one or two hits?"
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"Wish NOT granted." Tammy's voice carries that odd inflection, the one that hints to San that it's not her, really her, forming the words. "We don't accept credit here. Especially not someone with your poor credit rating."
She wrinkles her nose after a minute, flexing her jaw.
"Eric? No. I don't really want anyone here, you and me included. But...I dunno. I worry if I don't think about them I'll somehow forget them."
She whistles as his ball falls in, then huffs and gives the deck a little kick. "So you get a hole in one and I get two over par. I think the ship is biased."
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With that, he winks. He knows he's infuriating the other being.
"...Of course. It sounds like you want to be home and working for Zeke again." Although he's partially torn on wanting to go back home and be at full power or stay on the ship. "I doubt that you will. Maybe I'll get you a journal so you can write things in."
He starts to move over to the hole and bends down to pick up the ball. "So, we're counting that as one stroke. Good to know. I'm wondering if you're letting me win intentionally."
He was teasing her as he walks over and nudges her with his elbow.