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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:41:47 GMT
"I don't know about that," she said, "Besides, two years isn't much at this point."
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 18:43:54 GMT
"It's not the years, it's the mileage." Livvy said. "My mother was rather fond of that one."
She continued searching, fingers gliding over the book spines.
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:44:56 GMT
"And how do you know I haven't had as much life experience?" Tear questioned, walking down the other side.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 18:46:48 GMT
"You still have that glow of innocence about you." Livvy said. Her fingers glided right past an old, black book, before moving back and settling on it. "Our lucky winner, perhaps?"
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:47:42 GMT
"What does that mean?" she questioned Olivia, coming around to her side to see the book.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 18:48:52 GMT
She pulled the book out, seeing a lock on it. "This book is old as fucking Jesus, and its locked, to boot. I think this is what we're looking for." She began inspecting the lock, which had no keyhole.
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:50:21 GMT
"I meant the innocence comment," she said, folding her arms.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 18:52:22 GMT
"Look at yourself; you practically have naivete leaking from your pores. And trust me, I've been places and tried things that would make you sick to your stomach." Livvy said, continuing to inspect the lock.
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:53:08 GMT
"And you look like a primped up bitch," she said.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 18:55:14 GMT
"I've heard worse." Livvy said. She ran her fingers over the lock, and it popped open. "That's not creepy at all."
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 18:58:16 GMT
She looked at the book, "I'm getting a really bad feeling off of it..."
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 19:01:52 GMT
"Of course you are, kiddo. Artifacts tend to have long and not-fun histories." Livvy flipped to a random page. The words on the page were shifting around, but soon organized themselves into a readable phrase. "Can you see this?"
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 19:05:01 GMT
"Don't call me that, and yes," she said, looking down at it.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 19:08:01 GMT
"Kraag Nakan Damkul." Livvy read. She couldn't see it, but a very slight blue aura sparkled around her for a moment. "Well, that was anticlimactic."
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Post by Tear Mercer on Jul 17, 2013 19:13:05 GMT
Tear took a step away from her, just feeling off.
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