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Report | 07/05/2009 8:34 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

(( No, no. I just thought that comment about him not understanding anything about her martial status was rather...
well, to be honest, ignorant to say. Don't pay any mind though. I'm sure you didn't mean that.

...or did you? ))

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 8:27 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

((That is not necessary. Thank you anyways. ))

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 8:08 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

[a rather biased opinion in your last comment, but whatever you say.]

As you will. Good day.

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 4:09 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

...I don't understand why you must question your mere existence. Being as you are, I do believe that discovering your origins will only make it more complicated.

*Now fumbling the scalpel on the counter, he stared into deep space, the dead eye looking rather frightening now. He toyed with the sharp instrument, placing it between his teeth as he thought. This girl thought themselves fast friends already. How mistaken she was.

He did however let that go. He shook his head*

The woman...or so...'thing' that assisted me in the makings of the first Healer doll-child has a nasty temperament and chooses whomever she pleases to converse with. She dislikes strangers coming to her, especially those who...lack the Healing print.

*He bowed his head and apology*

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 3:51 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

I'm not sure I'm the right person you should ask...

*This was disturbing to him. The exact thing he had feared for so long, this moment where Madeline might actually approach him with such a question. He turned away and leaned against the counter top. How did this girl know his daughter anyway?

Madeline never mentioned her and she did not smell like his beloved doll-child, so she had no contact with her. Merely letting out a grieving sigh, he finally turned to her.*

Sugar spice and everything nice. If I were to get into details, I'd be breaking a promise to the one who helped me create Madeline. Do you understand?

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 3:35 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

...that i--

*To his horror, his one eye shot open. What kind of question was that? Looking back at the girl, the hollow eye showed slight discomfort for having been asked that question.*

...I beg pardon?

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 3:12 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

*Listening intently as he stood back up, he nodded at the end of each statement, taking in all of her words.

Slipping his glove back on with an indecent look of pure satisfaction that a client was served, the eye searched her own, the dead look still and cold. He shifted himself and slipped his hand away from his mouth, standing straight as he regarded her.*

Yes you may. I don't think that I have any restrictions against imposing questions, young miss.

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 2:42 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

Well consider your lessons and learn from them, young miss.

*He knelt slowly, taking her foot gently with a gloved hand. Slipping off the indecorousness of a mask off, it revealed a concerned face, lips twitching into a frown of discontent at the bestiality of the mottled wound. As Venn was known to be a considerably gentlemanly individual, he was a solitary person. He disliked being touched, making conversations and dealing with the unruly.

He did however have a soft spot for children, due to his influences in taking care of his daughter so fondly. Muttering under his breath, he removed a glove from his hand with his teeth. Skilled and well practiced with multi-tasking, he kept her foot cradled in his other hand.*

The scraped knee just needs time. A sprained ankle is nothing compared to the horrors of what I've seen from falls, young miss. Consider yourself lucky that you fell so lightly and that that man over there took the time to take you here. You are very blessed to have been forced to see a doctor. It is rather shameful you consider it being forced really.

*As cold as his tone was, he himself was relieved. With the unveiled hand, he pressed it against the ankle and emitted a soft transluscent light into the leg. Using his healing powers, in no time, the muscles and pressure of pain on the wound was expelled. He withdrew himself and merely dropped her leg. Everything was alright now*

Please resist doing any more hard tasks. Am I clear, young miss?

*He smiled gently at her, his trade mark dashing gentleman smile that was so very rare.*

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 07/05/2009 2:19 pm

Diovanni Notturne

Reach out with bloody hands, the languishing victim...

[what the hell?]

...

*The doctor merely gave the small girl a glance before looking at the man who took her. This was highly disregarded, the man feeling slightly now like as if he could just be called upon like some kind of family physician. Never the less, he sighed whilst resting his cheek on one hand*

...then you should consider your accomplices words and never do something foolish again, so he says, miss. Sprained ankles are not that all a casualty from what other patients are waiting to be served by my skills, lest you are that insufferable.

*He sat up and approached her, his height towering over her like a sky scraper. He had no knowledge as to why and how these people found him. But they smelt like Tsuta.

...and perhaps word gets easily spread far too easily these days.*

...and whisper sweet nothings to a soul once raped.

Report | 06/23/2009 7:20 pm

The Eleventh Number

"I am VIncents Second uperior, No.11, or Theace as you can call me" he groaned, dusting himself off.

Report | 06/23/2009 7:01 pm

The Eleventh Number

"...That was it" He said Cheerfully, flipping her off of him quickly. "You're a Hybrid still..." he said clasping the blade in his throat and crushing it.

Report | 06/22/2009 1:49 pm

The Numbered

"You asked someone to wipe you rmemories of us meeting...that's what i was told" Vincent too this chance to grab some boxers from the draw beside him and put them on hastily.

Report | 06/22/2009 1:42 pm

The Numbered

"Hmmmn...THat must've been the memory Wipe you asked Someone for" He said , still slightly uncomfortab;e that he was naked.

Report | 06/22/2009 1:34 pm

The Numbered

"...And yet you know my Name?" Come to think of it, He had no clue how he met her either.

Report | 06/22/2009 1:28 pm

The Numbered

"Kaiser Can't talk to anyone at the moment, He's getting Told of By Harp for failing to keep No.8 under control" He Groaned Remembering the Crash. "No.11 can tell them though.."

Report | 06/22/2009 1:23 pm

The Numbered

Vincent covered himself quickly. "Kaiser? Why? Only No.11 is On earth with me..."

Report | 06/22/2009 1:17 pm

The Numbered

"G-Grell?" VIncent Murmured before opening his eyes. "Oh, HEy Ali-ALICE!?" Vincent said, Jumping. "Wh-wh-what are you doing in my bed?"

Report | 06/22/2009 11:55 am

Brier-sama

Happy Birthday! Nyu! =n-n=

Report | 06/21/2009 12:53 pm

Rebecca Krudge

Rebecca frowned. "Pan? Fine. I will find this Pan and get my own special doll then!" after a moment she added on "One much more better looking than that one!" and the raven haired girl turned away.

Report | 06/20/2009 11:31 pm

TheFifthSon

I'm fine...hoping Master can soon be her full self though...

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