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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 4, 2016 6:41:31 GMT
"Thanks," Vivienne says, taking the bag.
Noah, on the other hand, has finished collecting his scattered 'zines and fishes a roll of duct tape out of one of the backpack's side pockets. Handing the 'zines to Vivi, he performs a quick patch job on the original pack, then takes the paper bag full of 'zines and tucks it under his arm before standing. "Did I say 'nice costume' already? I did, didn't I? Thanks again."
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 4, 2016 14:40:29 GMT
Brand smirked as he put his muzzle back on.
"Thanks," Brand said. "A year in the making."
More or less. He tilted his head a bit at the almost ridiculous amount of swag the boy was carrying.
"Do you think you have enough to keep you entertained for awhile?" he asked.
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 4, 2016 14:48:46 GMT
"I'm a fast reader," Noah says. "I'll gobble this up in no time!" He grins sheepishly, mentally criticizing his phrasing.
"This our first time here," the curly-haired sister explains, "he just wants a taste of everything. Can you blame him?"
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 4, 2016 15:43:59 GMT
"Not at all," Brand said. "I can also stand accused of an extensive hunger. Givern the chance, I'd probably scoop up every object of my desire I could given the opportunity."
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Post by thecountalucard on Jun 4, 2016 16:23:08 GMT
"Thanks again," the dog-eared boy says. "My name is Noah, and this is-"
Vivi points at something in the distance. "I think that guy with the wings over there is doing caricature portraits, Noah. Let's get one!"
"Er. See you 'round?"
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 4, 2016 20:45:36 GMT
"As you wish," Brand said, stepping back and keeping his grip on his spear neutral to keep from intimidating the boy any further. Too little, too late, perhaps.
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Post by Houyo on Jun 4, 2016 21:03:45 GMT
Johnathan had watched the event, but had kept his distance. Though after a moment he had gotten tired of standing around.
"So what was the deal with that chick?" He suddenly blurted out to Brand. He took a bit of a step closer so that he could speak a but more quiet. "She seemed pretty rude. Did she give you an impression that she'd be an actual issue during the main event? Security here doesn't know it's ass from it's stallion." He snorted with an annoyed grunt. "So I get the impression somebody is gonna get stabbed once things get going. Think it's worth 'solving' the issue prematurely? I could look the other way is Ms. Stabby's pred went hungry." He cleared his throat as he took a step back. "You know. As a safety issue..." He said as he absentmindedly began to look over the nearby zine stalls.
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Post by Whitebrand on Jun 5, 2016 16:35:14 GMT
Brand shrugged.
"She will be a handful," he said. "And she's armed. There's something powerful driving that one. Either she's protecting someone or avenging someone. I don't know which, nor am I certain how much she knows. She won't be going anywhere, though. She'll want to be around for the main event...and someone coming after her might just make things worse. You might want to warn whomever has her number. Or change her number to someone who can handle her."
It'd be a real shame to have her story come to a premature end, though, Brand thought as he looked after her.
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