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[postits]

Well, that was a nice break from the monotony. Though, no one died.

Jesus Christ, kids. Your lovers' spats are getting worse. I think it's about time we all grew up.

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[postits]

Seen plenty of battles in my time. Never seen people who could do things like that. I don't condone it, of course. My taste buds never matured to such violence.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'm accustomed to it. It was quite an honor seeing my students fight for what they believed in, even if I wasn't amused.

[postits]

Mm. If more of my folks were here, we may have done something.

I'll join you in Camp Unamused.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

You do battle?

[postits]

No. Pacifist, madam. Just the battle of life versus death.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Sounds intriguing, and epic. How are these battles fought?

[postits]

More the former. We're part of something much bigger than ourselves. Even middle-management folk like myself don't understand the whys of it all.

Can't go giving away all my secrets. Surely, you understand.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Aren't we all?

I thought I'd see if I could weasel my way into a few of your secrets, but I seem to have been stopped before I could get passed the first question.

[postits]

That's what I was getting at.

Such as? I share when asked directly, madam. Usually.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

How the battle was being fought, of course.

[postits]

In my world? I'm sure it was different in yours.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

I see, that's quite comforting.

[postits]

Grim reapers don't belong everywhere.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Nor do vampires.

But it seems even Death struggles to find a sanctuary.

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Like what, pretend to take his soul? I think it was a little beyond playing Grim Reaper with your dollies.

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[postits]

No one said anything about pretending. You think our game was comparable to that fight? Ta, Mr. Mears. You're very funny.

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Fuck you.
 
 
Could you have stopped him from doing the whole body snatching routine?

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[postits]

Watch your language.

Working on figuring that one out, kid. Don't know what I'd do with his soul anyway. I don't want it and there wouldn't be anywhere for it to go. That's what stopped me. Happy?

For what it's worth, I'm sorry for your friend. Look. You seem to hate me and, let's be quite fair, I'm not particularly fond of you, but if you need anything.

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

You could let it rot.

If I needed you for anything it wouldn't be for pouring my heart out.

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[postits]

That's not how it works. Body separated from soul will rot. Soul separated from body is a bit more complicated, possibly volatile. You see why I wouldn't risk it. He's dangerous enough on his own.

You don't seem that type. What would it be, then?

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Can I pick your brain after the next meeting.

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[postits]

I suppose I'm obligated to say yes. Yes, Mr. Mears, you may. On my terms.

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Meaning what the hell exactly.

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[postits]

Don't panic, kid. The usual and one added bonus. One, I reserve the right to withhold information. Two, information revealed stays between us unless otherwise stated. Three, you agree to never speak lewdly of Georgia again. Simple terms, I'd say.

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[robotsexual.livejournal.com]

Deal.