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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 28, 2017 20:45:07 GMT -8
"Yes, I am sterile, and also cursed." Florence agreed, nodding. She tired of holding that mask in her hands, and instead set it squarely beside the notes at a parallel angle. She even went through the extra effort of piling the papers on top of one another to organize them.
"I have never stood on... a table. I am also not on a bed." She looked downwards, at the flagstone, and then up again,
"I stand on the ground."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 28, 2017 20:54:39 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His mild chuckle erupted to a positive laugh; like a cork popping from champagne, running easily down a fountain of ice as his head, already tossed back, spasmed in the throes of amusement. His mouth opened theatrically, before he brought his facing down; stiffling the laugh with his hand, shaking his head, looking to her with an ever risen brow.
"I suppose we will be ploughing new ground with you then." He winked as his hand pulled away to bare teeth. He had truly missed this... Freedom; he could only hope he could keep this much, as he pursued his newfound Only.
Albeit, with a sigh, he shrugged as his hand flourished out; level with his shoulder, as though serving an explanation to Florence.
"I'd meant the act of coition. I presume the word means 'to fuck'--" His hands pulling about to mime the infamous hand-motions of the deed.
"-- I was guessing: you're probably not going to let me enact that most dangerous deed, coition, on you. On a table or otherwise." He tapped his chin, as he broke the locomotions of his hands, shrugging,
"You've got to admit: it would be rather enticing, no?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 28, 2017 21:02:38 GMT -8
Florence squinted hard at him as he went on, laughing-- she even gave a small, flat 'ha' to join in, despite not knowing what exactly was humorous about those facts. She stared, as if to divine his meaning, the link between the gestures and the words.
"Yes, it is 'to... fuck.'" She confirmed, weakly miming the hand motions in a lackadazy way, and continued,
"But for what purpose?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 29, 2017 4:48:17 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
It was only by virtue of his lungs relaxing from their last bout of laughing, that he restrained himself from bursting into rancor again. Though his smile widened immeasurably; even before she spoke, at the simplest 'Ha'. It swelled his heart nigh to burst, even disregarding the day's activities.
His hand slipped from his chin to daintily touch his breast again as he he shut his eyes and sighed contentedly,
"Satisfaction, one-ness; for more formulaic purposes: relaxation. I doubt you've studied it, as it's... largely observations from less than scientific and more... philosophical wise folk. But the deed has proven to provide sooth, even to minds not so set on such an act as sex."
He spake with a properness more befit of, so said, philosopher; a whimsical, but ever fluid, speaking tone that flowed with soothsome essences.
"All... beit, not every deed needs a purpose, Florence..." He hummed; feeling his tongue itching to prattle on at her, and he only just restrained himself... A little.
"... Relying solely on the approach of logos and method is inherently against itself: you 'aught try and consider the ethos and pathos of deeds." He chewed on his lip, scrunching up an eye in thought before continuing with a small flourish of his hands.
"T'is like approaching an experiment with a singular and presumptive gaze. You'll find what you're looking for, but miss many opportunities due to... Due to expecting a certain route to be taken." The Ex-Lord was itching for a good speaking chair about now, though he conceded to rest his shoulder against the wall. Dangerously relaxing.
"I suppose, in conclusion; I wish you to... perhaps consider the possibility that the literal interpretation and conclusion of things said or done, may not be the wholly intended conclusion and interpretation of things (said and done). To be a... A better scientist; you must try and approach things, view... things, from many angles, no?" He paused; his palms displayed to her in presentation, as he realized his ramble with an awkward chuckle, he brought his hands together and chewed on his lower lip again, looking to the doorknob of the Archives. Though, eagerly looked back to Florence; his eyes alight with excitement and desirous analysis.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 31, 2017 14:33:54 GMT -8
Tod opened the doors of the abbey, walking in slowly and quietly. He buttoned his jacket all the way, folding his collar down as he sits in pew.
Now we wait.
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Post by twostepsback on Aug 1, 2017 11:09:13 GMT -8
Charis looks over at the man (Tod) who just sat down and gives him a small smile and a wave hello.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 1, 2017 12:09:37 GMT -8
Tod sat, but now saw Charis waving. He turned, smiling wide and waving back a bit frantically. He looked around for a second, before walking over to Charis and sitting down. "Hello stranger."
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Post by Unter on Aug 1, 2017 12:34:22 GMT -8
François opens the door wides, almost as he wanted to make the most noise possible. He doesn't even look left nor right, and heads directly to the altar. There, he drops his bag, kneels and join his hand in a symbol of prayer and mutters :
"GLORIA PATRI, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. " (Glory Be)
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Post by twostepsback on Aug 1, 2017 14:53:47 GMT -8
"Hello there, I'm Sister Charis."Charis says warmly.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 1, 2017 15:40:37 GMT -8
She seemed very nice, and her voice was very soothing. Tod continued to look up at the alter, waiting. "My name is Tod."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2017 16:26:36 GMT -8
"Hmm..." Florence squinted in consideration, her bulky form rigid beside the desk as she watched him flit back and forth, to the door and away again. She nodded, tapping the temple of her head with her index finger in two, singular, mechanical motions.
"You are correct. It does produce a euphoria." She informed him, jerking her hands together, rigidly, to mesh the fingers together as she spoke, "There are tubes in the brain that release humors, meant to induce a feeling of... elation. It compels humans to breed with one another."
She let her hands slide out of their places.
"I am unable to breed, and I do not wish to. Likewise, I am not seeking a euphoria. To be soothed, humorally, is a distraction to my true tasks. There is much to be done before I...--" She paused, lowered her hands, and started over,
"There is much to be done before we can free ourselves from this Red-curse."
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Post by righteouscrusader on Aug 1, 2017 17:39:48 GMT -8
Tybalt slipped into the Abbey and headed towards a pew close to the front. A sermon. It had been a while since the holy soldier been to one. Peace at last.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2017 18:19:50 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He hummed and nodded, considering her words as he nodded in contemplation; impressing the pads of his fingers upon eachother as he pushed himself off the wall and ambled over to the door, head cowed in thought before looking up to Florence.
Teeth flashed at her, as her heard her last, and sighed contentedly.
"Tubes, eh..?" He mused, thinking on it, squinting skeptically as he broke the connection from the pads of his fingers to rub at thet emple of his mind.
"... Spooky." He sighed, with a shrug of a his brows, letting the hand drop and rest atop the knob of the door.
However, he rose a finger and wagged it pointedly at Florence, nodding affirmingly.
"Indeed, much we must do. We will do." He sighed again, his mind drifting to the onset of an expedition,
"Don't stress yourself, Florence. I love you, dearly--" He pressed a hand on his heart and felt it swell in contorted emotions.
"-- I... know our lusts in such a regard might differ, but I know I'll miss you more than anyone else. I've never loved a woman as I love you." He chewed on his lip, furrowing his brow as he looked to the doorknob once again and inhaled, looking to Florence with a shut eye,
"Perhaps... We can find time to share what we love... how we love eachother, when it's all over." He smiled, wantingly, desperately... Waiting for one last goodbye.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Aug 1, 2017 18:59:05 GMT -8
"Why would you miss me?" Florence asked, in her earnest deadpan, as she quirked her head: both in a show of bemusement, and in an effort to look at the mask by her side, set squarely upon the ashwood desk's tablecloth'd surface.
"I shall never leave you, truly." She vowed, almost casually, as she turned to the mask in anticipation of Lekalis' retreat, holding the great, beaked thing in her two, thinly gloved hands.
She made a mental note to retrieve her more chemistry-minded pair of gloves from Libourg's room.
"I am your physician." She turned back around, mask in hand.
The vestigial words were dusty in her mouth, pulled from the smaller, lesser-used corner of her brain responsible for such sentimental affairs, but they came soon enough; although her monotone offered little flair.
"And I also love you, too."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Aug 1, 2017 19:21:01 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
For a moment, he stared at her; his breath abated for a moment as he felt his heart stop and the moment seemed frozen, helden in a quiet memory as his smile widened.
What he wanted, maybe needed, at last.
And yet, it came down just as swiftly, as he took in a breath, as he only wondered just how soon it would come crashing down again... Yet still, he knew they would fix it.
"W-well, because, Florence! Isn't it obvious..." He chuckled, pressing his brow to the door as he tapped on the doorknob again in thought, sighing,
"... I suppose it's not, but, well. I would miss your eyes and cheeks, your mind and touch. I'd miss sharing wine and steak with you, I'd miss holding your hand... Miss your head resting on my chest when we sleep."
He mused, his eyes looking over her with pursed lips, thinking,
"I'd miss your hugs and arms... I'd miss seeing your mask pull away to see your face, miss hearing your voice."
Again, he chewed on his lip, and shrugged,
"And maybe your damning intelligence, all your notes and experiments and maladies. I don't think I'd trust any other doctor, 'sides you. Don't think there's any doctor like you... Unparalleled." He added with a little laugh as he opened the door and closed it,smoothing out his shirt,
"You're my physician, the very best scientist, and my... my..." He hummed, and looked to the cobbled ceiling of the Archives, before looking back down to her,
"My Something." he decided with a wide grin, as he opened the door and took a step out,
"I'll see you soon..?"
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