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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 24, 2010 19:57:57 GMT -8
"I love you right now Mel. You're thinking more ahead than I am."
The prince walked forward, inspecting the wall along with the Moroi, eyes narrowing on the charred space with understanding. After all, he and this woman shared one thing in common. They could both wield the element of fire.
"Chris, where would she go?"
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Oct 24, 2010 20:17:41 GMT -8
“I…” Chris flared, sounding every bit like a man close to exploding into a heated frenzy. But the tension abruptly left him, and he relaxed. “I don’t know exactly. Any number of places I suppose… She’s never done this before, or anything close to it for the matter…” He ran a hand through his hair, leaning against a clean portion of wall with the expression of thought on his face.
Where would she go, realistically? But there was something in common there. If she knew him well enough, he knew for certain he’d be able to find something to link her to her hiding place of the present. After a few minutes of silence, he brought his eyes up. “Venice. That’s where the main portion of Moroi intelligence lies, in the last place most would assume.” He let out a big sigh. "Unless that's not what she's after."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Oct 24, 2010 21:16:41 GMT -8
Melora clicked her phone on and dialed before speaking with someone on the other end in Russian for a few short moments. After that, she smiled. "Excellent, the plane will be waiting for us at the airport. We leave tomorrow at our earliest convenience."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Oct 27, 2010 5:38:00 GMT -8
"Good, then we have the rest of the day to brain storm and come up with a plan, maybe even bump up our flight an hour or two." He looked over at Melora with a teasing smile, her busy-bodied attitude both pleasing him and causing him a small stitch of humor at her expense. "Christopher, we do need you thinking absolutely clearly. If you can't do that, then we're going on a wild goose chase. Try to collect yourself while Melora and I are still willing to help you." It wasn't meant to be offensive, but more a push in the right direction.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Nov 6, 2010 11:40:47 GMT -8
Christopher ran a hand through his hair, and settled it at the back of his neck. “I know that. Trust me, Azura, I know that.” He cloaked his eyes with his eyelids for a moment, taking a series of deep, soothing breaths. “I think we need to get in contact with some of my people. I keep several in various airports, mainly for the purpose of keeping eyes on the sky; you might like calling them spies if you will.” He tightened his lips, slowly beginning to pace.
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