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Post by Rachel Morgan on Dec 29, 2011 21:27:28 GMT -5
Rachel sighed as she brought yet another box into the rented house. She missed her renovated church in Cincy with her friends. But a 'change of scenery' would be 'good for her'. Yeah, right. Urbadelphia wasn't her idea of a change of scenery; it was just another city. As if Maine hadn't been hell enough...
Then again, it hadn't been the OtherWorld. So it always could be worse.
"I hate that cliche..." She mumbled to herself, grabbing another box out of her car.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Dec 30, 2011 5:25:53 GMT -5
"And what cliché would that be?" asked Jack, who rested his back against the door frame into the apartments. Despite the fact he hadn't been there last time she checked. He was in his human disguise, his black and red hair and mis-matching eyes seemed human enough, but he had that air about him. The one that most rulers seemed to have whenever they didn't want to let others know there status. In Jack's case, he wanted herto know that whatever he was, he held power.
His voice was probably one of his strongest powers. In America, a British accent was rare, especially the stereotypical posh London accent that Jack carried, another sign of his birthright. He wasn't going to lie, it was a creepy voice at best and he relished the opportunity to utilise it. A ruler needed a strong voice more than anything, only a strong voice could assure the people that you are the right ruler for them.
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Post by Rachel Morgan on Dec 30, 2011 17:58:20 GMT -5
Rachel scowled and pushed her messy red hair back out of her face as she turned to face the guy.
"The cliche that 'it can always be worse'. It tends to jinx it."
And it had, she thought irritatedly. British accents unnerved her now, thanks to a certain demon.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Dec 30, 2011 18:21:01 GMT -5
Jack merely shrugged, in a way he supposed that she was right. But he had unnerved her and that had straight away given him the upper hand, he pushed off from the door frame and stood there with a slight air of arrogance, but his hands rested plainly at his sides, a sign that no weapons were going to be drawn.
"But..." he muttered looking into her eyes with his own "It could always be better as well..." he reached out a hand and smirked, before closing it into a fist "So make sure you grab the opportunity when it arises"
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Post by Rachel Morgan on Dec 30, 2011 22:45:06 GMT -5
"Riiiiight." Rachel rolled her eyes at his dramatics. "If I wanted advice like that I'd get chinese food."
She aet the box down just inside the door, not taking her eyes of the guy. "Can I help you?"
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