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03/23/17
Bjornolf Aesir 07/29/17 Lush?! The word wounded the large man's dignity! Never had he been called such a thing! In all of his years never had he been inebriated by anything less than a bottle of moonshine; his metabolism made sure of it. The more the woman spoke, the more Bjornold became confused with her presence.

All thought came to a halt after the woman introduced herself. Girlfriend? The last time he had one of those he was still but a young pup who could barely hold an axe correctly. The man's mouth opened in an attempt to intervene with the woman's assumptions but she continued on. The more she spoke, the more uncomfortable Bjorn became.

"You have me confused vith somebody else, Penny, vas it? I have never died, though I have been close. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I am not the person you think I am."
Bjornolf Aesir 07/25/17 Technology was a cruel mistress. All Bjorn wanted was to find the nearest merchant with an ample supply of alcohol but his large fingers did not seem to work well with the touch screen keyboard. And when he tried to use his voice to search the phone had a hard time differentiating which words were what due to his thick Norwegian accent. The future was truly kicking the viking's as$.

A small voice pulled Bjorn's attention away from the demonic cellular device and to a short blonde woman. A brow arched upwards at her statement. "Familiar? I do not see how. I do not recognize you, and I have a very good memory...sometimes."
Marcie Mitchell 07/25/17 As the women spoke she couldn't help but smile, glad that she found someone from home. Well, sort of. She couldn't distinct where Penny was from exactly, but it didn't sound close to her Amersham origins. Marcie returned a light but bright smile and gracefully shook Penny's with a slender hand. "Nice to meet you too." Marcie was a bit taken back by the girl's next comment, it is rather an odd thing to say at the moment. Nevertheless, she quickly adjusted to Penny's eccentric character and replied, "Um, sure." It had only come to her now that Marcie was feeling a bit parched as well.
Marcie Mitchell 07/24/17 The clattering of heels on the concrete sidewalk abruptly stopped as the blonde turned around at hearing the greeting. Her greenish-grey eyes fell upon a woman seeming to be at a similar age to herself and a small smile escaped from her bubblegum colored lips. "Thanks," she began, her slight British accent appearing through her word. The breeze rustled in her wavy locks of hair, most likely coming from the sea. "Mitchell, Marcie Mitchell." She extended a slender hand out infant of her.
Gideon Abernathy 05/01/17 As he approached, his mouth opened to greet her, just a simple hello, or maybe even how are you. However, he was cut short by her question, and mouth just hung slack in confusion as he wracked his brain. What was she asking him? Was this some kind of code they had come up with that he just couldn't place? What exactly was she asking him?

Nothing came to mind, and the silence hung in the air like a noose he was quickly going to hang himself with. Resigning himself to his fate, he replied.
Saito Eiji 05/01/17 Thanks, fam.
Gideon Abernathy 04/26/17 People have died for less...

It was as if a dark cloud drifted over his gaze, his already darkened eyes seeming to take on the abyss. A split second passed before he shook himself of it, hoping she hadn't noticed, but knowing better. This was why he wasn't a people person.

"Never a pimp, though I can't guarantee I won't slip up with the 'ma'ams' a few times." He winked before scribbling something on a piece of paper and pressing into her hand with another light squeeze. He may have overdone it this time, with the cloud overtaking his mind, but there was always next time. On the piece of paper was clearly a phone number, hastily scrawled and hopefully legible.

He began backing away, offering a small wave as he spoke. "I look forward to our first lesson, Master." Laughter permeated the air as he turned and began the journey home at a quick pace.

Hopefully he made it...
Gideon Abernathy 04/26/17 "Oh, no we wouldn't that, and honestly, I can't handle that on my conscience. Too much other bad stuff." His expression was that of mock seriousness, but it was hard to keep the smile from crinkling the corners of his eyes. This kind of light-hearted conversation often evaded him, as he wasn't normally approachable, so best to make the most of it.

"Attractive, huh? I would venture to say that face you made was not that of a woman who found such a trait 'attractive.'"He chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Then again, I wouldn't begin to pretend to understand the inner mechanisms of a lady's mind. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to help me sometime."

Yeah, right.
Gideon Abernathy 04/26/17 It was hard to miss the clear grimace on the woman's face, though Gideon hid his own smirk well. Growing up in the south with stricter than usual parents, polite courtesies were beaten into you. Literally. Still, he nodded. As he took her outstretched limb in his own gruff hand, he offered a light squeeze of assurance. "Pardon the formalities, haven't quite broken myself of it." Though his expression exuded warmth, it never met his dark, somewhat unsettling eyes. "Gideon Abernathy, and I do hope you can forgive me." This time, he let the grin split his face.
Gideon Abernathy 04/26/17 You're friendlier than I deserve, ma'am.
Gideon Abernathy 04/26/17 Thank you, kindly.
Lucius Dalca 03/30/17 Nope.
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W_Kat 03/25/17 Congrats on PotD!
Caitlyn Darrow 03/23/17 Welcome to the realm!
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