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Post by SAM I AM!? on Aug 31, 2010 15:15:37 GMT -5
 Typing out his advice column and critique for a book, Merrick debated if his job was really something to be proud of. Really, he could've been the head of his clan, taken care of his people, but instead the war had destroyed them and he and Charna were almost the last of their people left. Darklighters were scattered, but long from completely gone. He felt like he had a good, solid job. It just wasn't enough to make him not miss them, not enough to stop the sadness he felt. |
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Post by LUCA?! on Sept 8, 2010 19:10:32 GMT -5
 Charna's schooling had not been what most people had back whenever she was young. She'd been taught by her father to be a fighter. She was taught not to feel. So why in the world had Damien felt the need to place her in charge of the older darklighters? She growled when she orbed herself into the room, anger and everything radiating off of her.
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Post by SAM I AM!? on Oct 10, 2010 11:55:41 GMT -5
Stopping mid-sentence, Merrick looked up towards where he felt Charna. Orbing to her side, he smiled at her and wondered what Damien could've shoved on her that would make her angry like that. "Charna," he said in both question and greeting, though he had the urge to hug her, but he wanted to know more how he could help her calm down, relax.
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Post by LUCA?! on Oct 10, 2010 13:27:43 GMT -5
She felt like a total brat now, like a complete and utter spoiled brat. "I just," she said before stopping. "It's stupid." She wrapped her arms around his stomach.
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Post by SAM I AM!? on Oct 10, 2010 14:01:59 GMT -5
Wrapping his arms around Charna, he smiled softly and ran his fingers through her hair. "If it's upset you, then it is important to me," he said softly as he smiled down at his love.
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Post by LUCA?! on Oct 10, 2010 14:29:41 GMT -5
"I'm not good with kids," was Charna's only response. "I'm not good with kids and Damien has me teaching the upper level darklighter classes."
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Post by SAM I AM!? on Oct 10, 2010 15:28:55 GMT -5
Nodding, Merrick continued to run his fingers through her hair as he debated ways he could help her. "Damien seems to be throwing a lot of people into jobs these days, even people who hate kids," he explained, thinking of Marcus in that moment. "We could see about swapping, but somehow I doubt you'd like the younger darklighters,"
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