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10/12/2015 1:45:44 AM
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[b]Keri is walking around Neo-Centra, when she trips on her hair.[/b]
Oh crap.
[b]She face plants.[/b]
Ow.
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[i]Understood.[/i] *A cloaked figure suddenly stands above her, holding out a hand* "You need to braid it. Or find a way to pin it up." *The robotic voice comes from under the hood, where two red eyes stare down at her*
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[spoiler]Kek. You keep using the feminine pronoun....[/spoiler] *The figure leads Keri off the main streets and down a lit alleyway, headed towards the warehouse district* "You can come to my café. We will clean you up there."
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*They arrive several minutes later at a door, set into the side of the wall. The figure knocks a quick pattern, and the door swings open silently* "Welcome back. We will draw up a bath for the young mistress." *An old man in a serving uniform stands just inside of a small hallway, bowing. The figure steps inside, waiting for Keri*
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[spoiler]Its fine. School?[/spoiler] *The figure lowers their hood, revealing a skull-shaped metal mask that covers their entire head. It turns it's demonic visage to face Keri* "Follow Joan here, he will take you to your rooms where Mother will take care of you."
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[spoiler]It sucked, doesn't it? I don't have much time, so let's speed this up!!*Time warp!!!*[/spoiler] *Several hours later, the next morning* "Were the rooms and bath favorable?" *Your unknown host sits at the head of the table, breakfast laid out.* [spoiler]Long story short, Keri got a bath, a whole bed, and a full closet all to herself. Feel free to pick out her outfit.[/spoiler]
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"Well, after this little feast I will have to be off. Feel free to stay as long as you want." *Your masked host reaches up, and takes off the imposing mask. A mane of dark hair tumbles down their back, and Shiroe grins up at Keri* "Well? Going to eat? I know I am."
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*Shiroe digs in as well, mountains of food crumbling before the insatiable hunger of the duo* "I love the smell of 338,463 pancakes in the morning. Smells like victory." *Shiroe pauses with a pancake on her fork, halfway to her mouth* "Oldie but a goodie."
