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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 7:29 pm
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Mink, the little bugger, had funked his way over into bullshit land with Preacher this time. She wasn't sure how he did it, but he had certainly twined his skinny a** in-between her legs. Looked proud of his damn self, too, she thought grumpily.
"Ain't got time ta take ya back, so you're comin' with me, a*****e. No runnin' off ta participate in anymore cat tribunals, 'k?" Preacher scratched Mink's ears affectionately. He let out a soft meow. Maybe that was his agreement. Then he stretched up, putting his paws on Preacher's thigh. It was the signal that he wanted to be at least half-carried. She rolled her eyes, but picked him up, settling him half on her shoulder, half in her arms. Preacher was weak to cute cats, and Mink ********' knew it.
She stalked up to the library and knocked awkwardly on the door. Then she tried pulling the handle. "Hello? I'm here fer Sunday school."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 9:05 am
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Preacher hadn't been sure what to expect, but a regular old lobby definitely wasn't it. Bullshit land was full of weird-a** magic and to have something so normal... Well, she reminded herself, many of the buildings looked as normal as could be even if they held odd things.
She moved forwarded, her sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor. Mink, the traitor, was content to lounge in her arms half-asleep. As such, she couldn't easily knock on the door, but ********, it was partly open anyway. The thought that it could be a trap crossed her mind, but who the ******** would wanna trap Preacher Maria, useless lump with an attitude, anyway?
"'Lo? Ya door was open..." And she shouldered it open further.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 11:30 am
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"That's a damn neat trick," she said, eyes following one of the books. Awkwardly, she detached Mink. He gave a sort of pathetic warble. For how she'd met him, Preacher never expected him to be so needily affectionate. He shot Preacher a funny look as he was handed over, but since Preacher had done it, it would be okay, right?
"D'you not get many cats in tha library? I know there's like... gangs of 'em wanderin' out." Mink wriggled in Sunday's arms, getting comfortable, probably accidentally poking her in the process. "N' Yeah I wanted ta... like... see if I would meebe watch tha charter bein' made - the one wit the noble junk - or somehow see people's motivations from back then?"
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 3:04 pm
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Sunday held the cat. Sunday loved the cat. All of her attention was taken up by the cat in her arms. "The library isn't a place where one goes," she said. "I don't get many guests. Mostly none of them truly need me, so I don't bother to come out." She gave Mink scritches.
She sniffed, though, at the suggestion. "It's a bloody thing," she said, "if you mean the completion. All those screams, and the mud, and the blood. As for motivations, those things are certainly in the archives, but it's not as if I record people's thoughts. Only their deeds. The signing was done over a long period of time, you see. How long do you have?"
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