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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 0:38:02 GMT -5
"So how did that go?" Don't mention the Count don't mention the Count don't mention "Did the Count crash the party and scare all the people who showed up?" She immediately makes a face and buries her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I can't leave well enough alone, apparently, I'll just shut up now." Don't press the issue, she tells herself. She just said she would shut up, it is time to do it, for once. "I just don't get why you would encourageAAAAAAHHHH!" She spins around, grimacing skyward and tugging at the ends of her own hair. Stupid mouth, stupid, stupid mouth!"I seem to have an affinity for digging my own grave; I'm just going to have to jump in now. I don't see why you wouldn't just shut him down when he starts because you do that with everything else and it just seems so unlike you and it would probably make him stop eventually and I don't even know what I expect to gain here because I'm not going to get a confession or a reason I'm satisfied with and it's none of my business if you're shagging your vampire anyway and I am STILL TALKING!" Looking as if she might cry at her own idiocy, she puts her hands to her face again, and shakes her head. "I'm sick, Integral. I need help, I really do. How about we look at dress patterns and pretend you've been explaining that mysterious stigmata wound to me? You know, instead of observing my masochistic friend-erasing reflex in action?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 10:46:49 GMT -5
Integral watches her friend silently from the other side of a row of fabric, dropping the scissors, she appears before her friend, clasping her hands around her shoulders. "You're right. You are a sick little girl! What do you mean by 'just shut him down becauses I do that with everything else?!'" The knight shoves her handkerchif back into her breast pocket to find the various scraps of fabric and folds her arms to stare down Prudence.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 12:53:26 GMT -5
Prudence stammers a bit more before speaking. "That was supposed to be a compliment, actually," she says weakly. "Like, you don't put up with any BS because you don't have time for that and when someone starts, you just kind of...." She makes a swatting motion, as if trying to hit an invisible bug. "You know. 'Get outta here.'" She begins to twiddle her thumbs, avoiding Integral's eyes. "...Did your chest get bigger? No, never mind, I'm insane, let's just stop listening when I say words." She puts up her hands defensively, and stares at the floor.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 13:21:40 GMT -5
Integral smirks, glances down at her chest, then moves closer to her friend, pulling her into a hug. "I like it when you say words. You tend to say the things I refuse to aknowledge...save, of course, for my shagging Alucard..." she smooths her hands over her friend's messy hair and holds her tight for a brief moment. "Don't worry, silly girl, I'll still love you, no matter what comes out of your mouth."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 13:48:06 GMT -5
Prudence smiles again. "It's all these mind readers coming into my life, really. I mean, I couldn't shut up before, but now...." She had been quite familiar with this tendency of hers not to let thoughts go and point out things people didn't want to. It hadn't exactly won her a ton of friends in high school, except for a few who admired that sort of thing. "But I am warning you right now, and you can do nothing to stop me, so don't even try, that I might have to write some filthy erotica involving characters who may or may not be loosely based on the two of you. You have amazing tension. And I only bring this horrifying aspect up now because it will come out sooner or later in that house, between the one who can't keep his mouth shut and the one who probably thinks it's hilarious and their abilities to read the narration as I script it in my head." She nods at her own statement, showing no shame at the prospect.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
Integral releases the girl like she's finally turned into that giant bug. "You what?! Are you mad?! You thought Alucard was bad before? That will only encourage him!" She snaps, Mrs. Vinny watches the women. "I can do nothing? Nothing indeed. Prudence, I'd banish you to the dungeon with Al'card, but I'm afraid your sick little ideas would only flourish there! We'll have to go the medevial-torture route. 'Iron Maiden', they call me... 'Steel virgin' I'll prove it when I find an Iron Maiden for you!"
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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 16:42:23 GMT -5
"Alright, alright!" Prudence shouts, hands up in surrender. "I'll keep the erotica to my dreams about Jack Kerouac." And possibly in a password-protected folder on a password-protected flash drive, only to be accessed when neither Alucard or Integral were around. After all, it would be a shame to waste such a great interpersonal dynamic. "Now. Before I say anything else incredibly stupid, let's look for potential dresses. You said something about an empire waist, right?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 18:10:58 GMT -5
Integral nods and perches on the stool next to her best friend. "We'll find you one." she promises, pushing the mid-ninteen-hundred's book back into Prudence's hand. "I love you, but you drive me mad, Prudence Harman. My dress has already been ordered." She motions to her martonly friend across the room.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 19:26:23 GMT -5
"That was so efficient I didn't even see it," Prudence says in wonderment as she opens the book and browses the pages. "I worry that this hair might make me look less Elizabeth Bennet and more Sybill Trelawney in any of these dresses. Not that the crazy psychic gypsy woman isn't a look I'm fond of, but something tells me that all your fancy-pants friends don't have the same sense of style I do."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 21:00:57 GMT -5
Integral eyes her friend. "I don't have Fancy-pants friends. I have you." She swats at Prudence. "And your pants are not fancy." she continues to flip through the book of men and children's clothing. "I should ask for the borrower's copy of this to take to that quiet boy and his little vampire lover. Something tells me she'd be tickled to see some of Mrs. Vinny's ideas."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 16, 2009 21:19:33 GMT -5
"Your fancy-pants colleagues, then," Prudence says, grinning. "Wait, we have more vampires in the house now? How come nobody in this organization sees fit to introduce themselves to me unless it's in a manner fit to ruin my whole afternoon?" She flips through the book some more. "These Regency dresses are surprisingly boobalicious. I'll have to wear my good bra if I go in one of these babies."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 17, 2009 19:57:27 GMT -5
Integral chuckles at the phrase 'My good bra.' "Right. We'll get you some under-things, then." She smiles, then it fades a bit. "You know if you need anything...You should tell me. There'e no reason for you to live in your little apartment when you spend all your days in my library anyway." Her mind flashes to images from a raid the previous week and her body tenses to resist the shudder creeping up her spine. "...You'd be safer, at least."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 17, 2009 21:33:51 GMT -5
Prudence nods. "I just feel like I should stop in every so often. I'm still paying for part of the rent, after all." She browses a bit more through the book. "I must admit, the manor's a lot more comfortable than my dinky little flat and its particle board furniture. ...They were really comfortable with this much cleavage that long ago? I might have to take you up on that offer of buying new lingerie; I might take someone out if I'm not properly restrained." She rather hopes that none of these Fancy English Gentlemen are secretly Dirty Old Men, or else the party might be awkward.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 17, 2009 23:46:28 GMT -5
Integral smiles and claps her hands together, then presses her hand against Prudence's arm "It's settled then! You're moving in with me and I won't take 'no' or an answer. You know there's no use argung. I fight to get what I want." she leans over the book in her friend's hands. "Dear God...Are you mad? You'll be scraping Sir. Richmond's idiot son off your leg...and posiable the late Sir. Winfield's! Speaking of the devil, himself, I'll have Allastor supervise the moving of your things. --That is, you know...He...can move your clothing and what-not, but let's not trust the boy with your heirlooms and such."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 18, 2009 21:31:03 GMT -5
Prudence laughs loudly. "Hahaha! Heirlooms! You think I have heirlooms!" She pauses to catch her breath and continues with a smile. "I'll not let him carry my vinyl, that's for certain. But really, you want me to actually move in move in? Like, for more than just my little research period? I mean, of course I will, but that just seems like a lapse in reasoning than an actual thing."
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