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Post by Tristan Keats on May 10, 2009 19:46:50 GMT -5
Tristan helped Kay in the door of his enormous home. He really hadn't spent any time here since being 'grown,' but he couldn't think of a better place to take her...keep her safe. He sat both of their bags down inside the spare room and hugged her close. "I'm sorry your big night got ruined..." he sighed, running his fingers through her hair.
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Post by Kay on May 11, 2009 8:00:32 GMT -5
"Ruined? Your father's alive! That's worth a lot more than a silly ball!" Said Kay, her hair falling off her shoulder as she thingyed her head, trying to emphasize the importance of her statement, but ending up just looking cute beyond belief.
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Post by Tristan Keats on May 12, 2009 20:37:09 GMT -5
He smiled. "Thank you. I mean, it means a lot to me, but that ball was important to you." He sighed, sitting down on the bed, looking to her. "I'm afraid of what's going to happen now. I mean...with my sister possessed and with what they said about Nessarose."
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Post by Kay on May 12, 2009 20:45:10 GMT -5
"I don't really know anything about Nessarose. What does she have to do with me?"
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Post by Tristan Keats on May 13, 2009 11:56:47 GMT -5
"She was in love with your father. She kept him as her servant, and when he tried to go to your mom's engagement announcement she turned him into what he is now. Or something along those lines. Maybe she killed him, and Elphaba saved him that way. I'm not sure. Anyway, she's the reason he is like he is. She's a very jealous person, and once she finds out Boq did marry Glinda, she'll be very angry. And even angrier perhaps that they had you..." he took her hand and stroked her fingers with his thumb. "If you didn't look so much like your mom she might declare you weren't hers at all, but Nessa's. Nessa, so I've heard, is very possesive and tends to twist things the way she wants. They're just afraid you'll be kidnapped or worse...but...I won't let them. I'll protect you to my death."
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Post by Kay on May 13, 2009 22:44:05 GMT -5
"W...what would she do to me?"
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Post by Tristan Keats on May 14, 2009 12:32:02 GMT -5
"I mean you're the child of her love and her rival...she might hurt you or kill you or try to perform some wicked spell on you like your father!" He shuddered at the thought. "She'll be jealous of how beautiful you are, how much you look like your mother, all the intelligence you inherited from your father, how happy your life has been!"
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Post by Kay on May 14, 2009 16:14:09 GMT -5
Kay smiled sadly. "I feel badly for her" she said. "If she were a student now, I'd certainly be her friend..."
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Post by Tristan Keats on May 15, 2009 22:01:10 GMT -5
"You're too good," he smiled, kissing her forehead. "Just like your mother. They'll have to give you the title as well if you keep being so sweet."
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Post by Kay on May 15, 2009 22:11:43 GMT -5
Kay smiled. "I don't have any powers though..."
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Post by Tristan Keats on May 17, 2009 19:32:22 GMT -5
"Who cares about powers! You're a very good person. You could learn powers if you wanted them. Your mom did. My mom did. I don't think either of them had much, if any, natural ability. Plus, like your mom says, it's mostly about popularity--which you have down pat!" He grinned. He loved being with the most popular girl at school, not in a vain sort of way, but in a way that he just beamed knowing Kay made other people happy, like him.
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Post by Kay on May 18, 2009 8:23:21 GMT -5
"I don't know what I do that makes me so popular though" she said. "If I'm not doing anything to make it happen, I mean, if I'm not in control of it, if it's a gift of sorts, does that mean it can be taken away...?"
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Post by Claire Heart on May 20, 2009 19:15:03 GMT -5
Claire wrapped gently at the door but didn't wait for anyone to open it. "Hi you two," she smiled, closing it behind her. She laid a hand on each of their shouders. "I hope you're finding yourself comfortable, Kay. Your parents contacted me and wil be on their way shortly. And dad will be home directly, as well," she added to Tristan. "I'll be back in when everyone arrives. We have several things to discuss and plan for." She kissed Tristan on the top of the head, as if he were still her tiny toddler, then left the room to tidy herself up before anyone arrived.
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Post by Glinda Upland on May 20, 2009 19:20:19 GMT -5
Glinda and Boq beamed into the livingroom of the Quaddling Governor's Mansion. It had been quite some itme since Glinda had visited, and much had changed. It didn't look quite like the home it had once been but rather dreary and unlived in: too clean, too pristine, too empty. She called down the hall, "Claire darling, we're here," then took a seat on the loveseat, patting the cushion beside her for Boq to come and join her. There was no need to retrieve the poor girl until everyone arrived, let her have a few moments to get her wits back together.
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Post by Elphaba Thropp on May 20, 2009 19:33:10 GMT -5
Elphie joined them moments later - she and Fiyero had gotten the message from Glinda.
"Az is playing spy for us" she said bounding into the room...
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