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Post by Morgan Row on Sept 27, 2007 16:44:44 GMT
She laughs slightly, "You have no idea what I'm on about. Oh well, at least I know what I'm on about for a change."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 27, 2007 17:15:12 GMT
"Yeah, that's good," I nod. "Knowing what the hell you're talking about is always good."
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Post by Morgan Row on Sept 27, 2007 20:48:12 GMT
"Always," I agree.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 28, 2007 17:34:08 GMT
"So..." I nod. "Um... anything going right in your life, then?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Sept 29, 2007 16:52:31 GMT
"Ah, can't complain," she shrugs slightly, "Got a roof over my head," she grins, "I have a niece."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 29, 2007 17:50:32 GMT
"Really?" I raise my eyebrows. "And she just fell out of the sky or what?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Sept 30, 2007 10:50:53 GMT
"No, as far as I know she got here the normal way which I don't actually want to think about," She pulls a face, "But yes, it turns out I was right about all my conspiracy theories, they were keeping things from me."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Sept 30, 2007 14:46:51 GMT
I laugh slightly at the first part, then frown. "Oh yeah? Who was keeping things from you?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 1, 2007 15:20:18 GMT
"My sister and her boyfriend. Big secret, no?" She half-shrugs, "He said they were going to tell people that she was knocked up, but then everything got fucked and she had to fake her own death and then they both disappeared forever, and he said he didn't even know, thought they were both dead and then she turns up and he never thought to ask about the thing...baby, and then she copped it for real, and then baby turns up...can't quite remember how. Something about his brother...travelling...something, I don't know. She's really sweet though."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 1, 2007 19:20:52 GMT
"Wow..." I blink slightly after that explanation, then smile. "That's great though, that she's alive. How old is she?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 2, 2007 15:22:00 GMT
"I know," She smiles, "She's...two, or there abouts. And she looks just like her mother, and her name's Poppy, and she laughs all the time and drives everyone mad by running around and yelling stuff, and getting everyone in trouble with everyone else. And she listens to my theories about things and laughs at me."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 2, 2007 17:44:18 GMT
"That's really great," I grin. "Especially the fact that she laughs at you... sounds pretty smart."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 3, 2007 8:44:59 GMT
"I know," She grins back, "She's a very smart girl, to laugh at me and all."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 3, 2007 17:55:53 GMT
I laugh. "Just be careful you don't spoil her," I warn. "'Cause even the cute ones turn nasty when you do that."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 4, 2007 7:43:21 GMT
"Ah, I try not to. I don't really have the resources to spoil her to be perfectly honest," She laughs.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 4, 2007 16:14:09 GMT
I shrug. "You can spoil her non-materially, too, you know, which is the hardest to avoid. Acting like everything she does is cute, praising her too much, that kind of thing...."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 5, 2007 16:06:08 GMT
"Yeah, well, we all tell her she's a demon child enough." She chuckles, "She's a complete nutcase."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 5, 2007 17:19:13 GMT
I laugh. "Nutcase how? And yeah... that works. My little sister is a gremlin. Similar to demon child without the references to hell."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 6, 2007 11:10:30 GMT
"Nutcase as in she tries to catch the contents of an empty box when it's off guard to see if there actually is anything in it when it thinks people aren't looking," She grins, shaking her head amusedly, "Gremlin. Nice. And yeah, maybe the minus the references to hell is a good thing."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 6, 2007 14:57:37 GMT
"Ah, that's clever," I laugh. "And you never know, maybe one of these days she'll find something... though if so it'll probably just be a boggart." I frown at the idea of a two-year-old encountering a boggart, then shake my head. "Yeah... don't want her to think that's where she came from, do you? Small ones have a tendency to take things literally like that."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 7, 2007 12:51:50 GMT
Her brow furrows slightly at the idea of what might, no would emerge if she encountered a boggart, "Oh dear. Might have to keep her away from boxes then."
"Oh yes, that'd be bad. Ian said he was dying once when he was tired, and then she started freaking out and then he told her he wasn't really dying and she didn't speak to him for a while," She laughs slightly, "Can't wait til she understands figures of speech."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 7, 2007 15:39:10 GMT
I wince slightly. "Yeah, that must be fun... told my little sister when she wouldn't leave me alone and kept destroying things... in great detail because I was so mad... about how she was going to be carted away by some sort of monster with glowing eyes... I merged dementors with dragons, I think, and added some spookiness... and she couldn't sleep alone for two months. Ellie nearly murdered me for that one." I laugh slightly but guiltily, remembering the terror on her face. "And as long as you check the boxes beforehand it should be all right...."
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 9, 2007 15:23:04 GMT
"Man, you've got a good imagination on you," She smiles slightly, "Slightly twisted and I have to admit I am somewhat disturbed, but very powerful imagination there."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 10, 2007 14:00:19 GMT
I laugh slightly again. "Eh... yeah. I think Ellie yelled something like that while she was hitting me. Something along the lines of, 'if your damn imagination is that desperate to get out, let it wreak some havoc with your teacher's minds by writing a horror story instead of an essay... but never, ever again say something like that to your little sister.'" I shrug. "Did you honestly find that disturbing?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 10, 2007 16:57:28 GMT
She laughs slightly, not sure if she was supposed to or not, "Er...wow," then shakes her head with a small grin, "Nah, heard worse."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 10, 2007 18:54:45 GMT
"Good," I nod. "Er... well, actually probably not good." I shrug. "You ever done something that mean to... I dunno, to your sister or a friend or anyone?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 26, 2007 10:16:59 GMT
"No, probably not," She smiles, then she nods, "Yeah, I can be a pretty sadistic bitch. Not supposed to abuse my metamorphmagi thing, but when my sister died, I don't know, I kept ending up looking like her when I wasn't thinking about what I was morphing into. And then I got pissed off at her old boyfriend and we were arguing and I kind of...faced him as her...fucked him up a little bit. Went all quiet. It was an awful thing to do."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 26, 2007 19:11:23 GMT
I wince slightly. "Yeah, sounds like it. But... you're on okay terms now, right?"
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Post by Morgan Row on Oct 27, 2007 10:29:17 GMT
"Yeah, we're on good terms now," She smiles.
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Oct 27, 2007 18:04:36 GMT
I nod. "That's good. So... any other time you've abused your ability? Just for laughs or anything?"
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