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Post by Dr. Jar on May 3, 2014 17:48:41 GMT -8
Ru- "It's good to see you again, Babette. Hello Mr. Greyburn." He smiled timidly at the Aubrey before him. Despite the apparent friendly appearance of the man, he hesitated to read into it. "We came with a request... Although, if it doesn't trouble you, can you invite us all in? We apologize for wandering all this way. Leftovers? Um...I'm ok..." He worried about where the 'meal' came from...
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 3, 2014 17:51:21 GMT -8
Quinn stifled his shock and placed a gentlemanly kiss on Babette's hand rather than going for a doubly-sticky hug. He liked this waistcoat, thanks muchly."You look...theatric this evening, darling." He nodded politely to Greyburn."Good evening, sir."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 3, 2014 17:55:40 GMT -8
In the back, Cameron- "Is that rude?"
Santi- "They might be a bit overwhelming talking at once, but the polite tones should help."
((kelly post very soon))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 3, 2014 17:58:11 GMT -8
Aubrey- "Hmmm? I believe your invitation has been sufficient."
Chloë- "Aw man. But we feel all messed up still!"
Aubrey- "Perhaps I will extend a more welcoming invitation to whomever shall greet me appropriately."
Chloë- "Uh, hello!"
He extended his arms. Aubrey- "Greet me with your arms and torsos, dear children. And anything else as you wish."
Chloë- "Ummmm my torso doesn't know how to do anything."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 3, 2014 18:01:13 GMT -8
Quinn smiled warmly at Babette and caught the tail end of what Aubrey was saying. He really hoped he was wrong about what the guy wanted."Do you...do you mean a hug?" He inquired meekly of the progenitor.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 3, 2014 18:01:32 GMT -8
August shrugged and went in for a hug, he tried to miss as much blood as he could. Greyburn scared him."Howdy, lord Greyburn... Pretty old abbey ya got here, sir."
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 3, 2014 18:01:33 GMT -8
Ru- Ru spread his arms like an awkward airplane. It smelled good, all the blood, and that worried him more than it's actual appearance. "Um, take my hug as offering by all of us. It's symbolic." He goes to offer..his uh, torso...
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 3, 2014 18:02:29 GMT -8
((ninja-d again Dr. Jar August totally went in for that hug too.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 3, 2014 18:03:22 GMT -8
(( Dr. Jar - no need to change the post))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 3, 2014 18:13:06 GMT -8
Lord Greyburn squeezed the ever loving dickens out of anyone within his wingspan. It was lucky no one involved had to breathe. He smelled like blood, old blood, and rusted metal. Those chains didn't feel good digging into tracheas and sternums. He smooshed August and Ru to his sticky skin, and Chloë got squished in somewhere as well. Chloë- "*GLK* It's-- like my--grandpa!"
Aubrey- "And the rest? Join us, we are family."
He beckoned with a mostly free arm to the others.
Aubrey- "You as well young master Marchese, though we are acquainted."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 3, 2014 18:15:39 GMT -8
These fellows took turns, likely thinking ahead to the next opportunity to burn their clothing. Santi- "Of course."
Cameron- "..."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 3, 2014 18:16:03 GMT -8
Quinn cringed, lamenting both his sanity and his waistcoat as he inched into Aubrey's impressive 'wingspan'.""One big...happy...family, right chaps?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 3, 2014 18:16:17 GMT -8
Ru- "...Ahh...uh... come on everyone..." Ru tried not to look as terrified as he was, and it was clear, no amount of drycleaning would fix this suit now. He hoped the others enjoyed being smooshed against him as much as he did. Also...being crushed against a fashionista's chest... uh.... He allowed himself to remain a cushion against any further bloody business.
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