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Perhaps not long after did there come a set of steps. Down sat down the woman of emerald hair. An echo of the past. Young and hopeful with a string of flowers woven into the braid of her hair. Bright blue eyes calling out to the darkness as a beam. Where else did they land but to the ship calling from sea? The northern europan studied her new friend, taking in his obsidian hair and crimson lens. Just as alluring, the pendant upon his neck.[/i]

[color=50c878][b]“I will take your invitation!” [/b] [/color] [i]She gleefully announced, seeping into her seat with a folded leg and open expression. Though the plate before her was steaming she allowed it to cool, placing it off to the side for a moment so she could speak with her fellow man.[/i] [color=50c878][b]“I am Eija Penttilä. I’m a field medic and I don’t think we’ve properly met. Private Dwyer was it?”[/b][/color]

[i]The smile did not betray her nature even as it widened. Innocence was perhaps the tone. One could argue blissful ignorance. A certain radiance did embrace her even under the shade of shelter. To those who knew her mother- it would be all too clear up close. Upon her own neck laid there a cruxian symbol of faith. Niche as it was, it remained a proclamation of her unwavering faith to a god that many believed simply did not exist.[/i]
[@dwyer austin]

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[i]For the daughter and mother would come a difference in the mood of their conversation. For among the joys of consuming apple sauce and patricide came a newcomer to the moment. Now you wouldn’t want to hold your breath at absurdity for it wouldn’t serve you well. The lack of reason folded by the genius of ingenuity would amaze you. Blink and you’d miss it. Stare and you’d wish you hadn’t seen it. There in all its splendor was a young man in a camo coated one piece swimsuit covering him from elbow to ankle sitting with legs crossed on the table. Socks flowing just above the ankle were plastered with ducks of varied designs and upon his light toned head a patch of Darscen hair. He tilted his head, his elegant body quietly shifting. An eye closed. Spoon and jar of peanut butter parachuted to the surface of the table by his hands. Fingers emulated mirrored ‘L’s as he took a mental picture.[/i]

[color=#39d0d6][b]“Family.”[/b][/color] [i]He spoke softly, mimicking the click of a camera before leaning himself to the right for a different angle.[/i]

[i]Now that Ludwig was allowed to roam the earth- there was no telling what Maxi would be enduring.[/i]

[i]The man rolled off the table, landing upon his left toes which held him up effortlessly as he took in their expressions and made another click noise.[/i] [color=#39d0d6][b]“Sisters in cause. Sisters… in food.”[/b][/color] [i]From seemingly nowhere he drew a notepad from his person swiftly and drew a notepad upon it. He drew arms to hold the notepad and an extremely simplified stick figure of the two women behind the notepad in a perspective drawing. He drew lines above their heads, breathing in calmly as he turned the paper for them to see and laid the notebook down on the table with his pen laid on top of it. Even for as crudely simple as the drawings were- it was still obvious as to who was who. To Diana and Fiona, he offered them this opportunity to present what he desired on paper. [/i][color=#39d0d6][b]“Your names?”[/b][/color]
[@Landaus Five-One]
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