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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 8:08 pm
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Yayoi Sorry, bb, got distracted today!
"I have some business to take care of, but I shall wait until tomorrow to do so," he said as he picked a room at random and put his bag in it. He didn't compare bed sizes or anything else, so he wouldn't have been surprised to find out that the bed was smaller. For a nomad, it didn't matter.
"Then, shall we go?" he said, only to stop at a picture, looking at it curiously. "This is Vegas's daughter," he told her, motioning to a tan blonde female with face makeup on. "She was born here. I really should have asked her more about this place before coming. Ah, well, perhaps when we return. Shall we?" he asks, offering his arm once again.
He felt, strangely, as if he were intruding on someone else's territory. The picture clinched that fact. But, of course he was, he thought with a hint of amusement. That was all the horsemen had been doing since they got there. He no longer had territory of his own, after all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 4:20 pm
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Fai thought for a moment as they started for the stairs again, "The son, Roch, he was one of the ones that were on our isles," he said slowly. "I wasn't there, of course, but he was--and he fought for our land. You wouldn't think it, were you to meet him. He's brash and loud and rather difficult to deal with. But I will never forget that he saw our land, and regardless of the fact it did not work, he tried to save it."
There were several scarelings that had, but it was Roch that had caught his attention. "I found him fascinating. I'm not even sure, myself, why. Then, when I returned to Halloween Town, I stumbled across his family. Of all the Halloweeners, they are the first to open the doors, willingly letting me in despite knowing what I am. We are not liked, Fala. We are feared and distrusted, all throughout this land."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 4:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 5:10 pm
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"I do not care what we once were, or desire to be something more than a humble alchemist," he said, knowing that he would be ostracized as a horseman if he were actually living with them, now. "I enjoy doing whatever I feel like doing--and the Scythe family is offering to let me do so. So if I seem inordinately fond of them, well, I hope you can indulge me."
They reached the front door of the hotel and he opened it, holding it for her in a casually gallant manner. The mariachi music positively thrums through the air, as does the heat. "And I must admit, there are parts of their life I quite enjoy," he added as he stepped through the door.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 5:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 5:49 pm
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"They have this game with cards," he says, looking positively enthusiastic, "and you place bets on your lying abilities--it's a wonderful study on Halloween nature! And they positively begged me to alter their drinks--that kept me busy for several days," which was a rather large undertaking. Keeping him occupied for that long, that was. "I have been learning to cook, as well!"
They strolled down the sidewalk, arm in arm as he went on. "And the music--there is constantly music, my dear. Their very weapons are instruments. Their very beings center around it. It brings back memories of parts of home." Basically, a life of alcohol, gambling and music suited him to a T.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 5:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:01 pm
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"We must move on," he says, his voice turning somber. "We must not forget the love we had in the past, but we must move forward, into the future. I believe that is what saved me." He looked at her, then brought her fingers to his lips, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. "I am sorry, though, that it took so long," he apologized.
The sign over their heads said "Mamacita" and he turned, looking up at it. "I do believe we're here."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:27 pm
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He walked in and stopped at a "Wait to be seated" sign. Casually he looked around, taking in brightly colored tapestries and all the catrina females in their festive dresses and painted faces. One approached them with a smile--or, well, he assumed it was a smile. Hard NOT to smile when you're a skull.
"Dos?" she asked. "Two," she clarified when he looked at her blankly.
"Ah, yes, there's just the two of us," he said.
"This way, por favor," she said, leading the way through tables to a small, isolated booth in the corner. "Your server will be with you soon!" she added as she handed them menus and silverware and walked away.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:44 pm
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"We should try and find out," he said cheerfully, looking over the list curiously before putting it down, covering his eyes, and pointing at random. "I will try this--the treat enchiladas with sour cream and lice," he read off. "Sounds delicious, I think?"
He had no clue, but when it came to the wine list, on the other hand, he knew exactly what he wanted. "And the red wine," he decided.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:50 pm
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