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6/20/2016 10:34:40 PM
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[b]Ophélia stayed beside her. Her legs clanging around the floor and making silent, yet loud bangs. As if only you could see it.[/b]
"[i]Books..?[/i]"
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[i]"Yes... I have a little collection. I have all my grimoires, my history books, my science books..."[/i] She started listing her different categories.
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"[i]...I like books.[/i]" [b]Her eagerness came out.[/b]
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She turns her head towards her, smiling. [i]"Really..? What kinds of books?"[/i] It seems that slowly, but surely, her timidity was thawing out.
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"[i]Any, Really...I write some. Make some. Study some...They're just interesting.[/i]" [b]Her lips come to a grin, as her hands clenched around where her neck is.[/b]
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[i]"Well... that's really cool!"[/i] She says, happy. [i]"Hey... I have a question. B-But it's not rude or anything, I swear! I'm just, really, really intrigued..."[/i] She looked at her, her body, her shape. [i]"Well... um... what exactly... are you? Now it's not meant as an insult, I swear! I'm just... curious."[/i]
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"[i]I'm an Arachnid. Don't fret over thinking you were rude.[/i]" [b]She puts a hand on her pedipalp's thigh.[/b]
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[i]"I've never seen anyone like you before... are there more like you?"[/i] She says, calmly now that she had been assured on her intentions.
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"[i]Never. I've never seen one...[/i]" [b]She looks down a bit. Her eyes Seeming to have a little droop, not being happy. But not sad.[/b]
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[i]"Oh..."[/i] She notices the change in mood, and silently curses herself for making her new friend sad. [i]"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad..."[/i]
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"[i]That's not, why. I don't blame you.[/i]" [b]Ophélia grinned towards Abby.[/b] "[i]It's just, Weird...Y'know?[/i]"
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[i]"Yeah... I know the feeling..."[/i] She smiles back a bit. [i]"Your sweater is really pretty... did you make it yourself?"[/i]
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"[i]I did.[/i]" [b]She clearly enjoyed the thought, and leaned close.[/b] "[i]How far?[/i]"
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[i]"Not too long now."[/i] They both reached the General Quarters, which was basically a big city within the ship. As they walked through the streets, people gave them weird looks. Like they were freaks. But Abby didn't mind. Not only had she gotten used to the looks, but the presence of her new friend made her forget everything else. She had so much to show her... Eventually, they reached a large warehouse. [i]"This is where I live, with my sisters. You can stay here too. I-If that's what you want, of course..."[/i]
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"[i]I'll stay...It's, better than the streets. Right?[/i]"
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She giggles a bit. [i]"You're right."[/i] She opened the sliding door, which was large enough for Ophélia to enter. Inside, there was stacks of books... it was like a huge library. There was enough material here to keep someone entertained and learned for years, and more. [i]"This is home for me. My sisters live in the other sections, so we shouldn't be disturbed too much. Some nice peace and quiet..."[/i]
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"[i]That's good... Do you have a bed or something? My legs feel tired...[/i]" [b]Ophélia yawned lightly.[/b]
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[i]"Well..."[/i] Crap. She hadn't thought about having someone over. [i]"I just have the one bed... but I guess you can sleep in it."[/i]
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"[i]No, I'm fine...I don't want to steal anything.[/i]" [b]Ophélia grinned, trying to keep the mood upbeat.[/b]
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[i]"No, it's fine, I don't mind."[/i] She smiles. [i]"I'll figure something out for me. You go right ahead. Your leg still needs to heal..."[/i]
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"[i]I could always weave a hamoc...Don't worry Abby.[/i]"
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[i]"Weave a Hammock... oh! I forgot, the spider thing..."[/i] She laughs. [i]"Well, in the mean time, can I see your wound?"[/i]
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"[i]Of course.[/i]" [b]She takes her hand off the wound amd shows you. Starting to weave a smooth silk.[/b]
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She kneels in front of the wound, softly running her hand over the partially healed wound. [i]"Your skin... it's really intricate..."[/i] She activated her healing power. [i]"... really beautiful, too..."[/i] She smiles.
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"[i]T-Thanks Abby.[/i]" [b]She begins to form a small net, and weaving off of it.[/b]
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The wound softly closes, Abby rubbing her smooth leg. After a bit, she lets go, blushing a bit. [i]"There... all good now."[/i] She smiles.
