The Connecting Strands: Wedding Date 1/2
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dg_cainTitle: The Connecting Strands: Wedding Date 1/2
Characters/Ratings: DG/Cain
Ratings: PG-13
Warning/Spoilers: All of Tin Man
Summary: A series of short stories, the strands that connect DG and Cain together after the witche's defeat.
Author's Note: Now I have gone and done what I had refused to do with this series. I have multiple chapters for one of these stories. I designed this series so that if I ever ran out of ideas the stories always had resolved endings and wouldn't need an all encompassing finish. But this one story got a bit too long so I'm posting it two halves. I'm still working on the other half, but I hope you enjoy what is up so far and not be too annoyed with me for making you wait for the next part.
?? Oh and if someone can tell me how to link the other chapters to my new entries I'd be much obliged??
Cain was walking fast. Now fast could be interpreted a few ways. Because right now you're either seeing Cain as running down the palace hall or enjoying a light jog. But our Tin Man wasn't really in a hurry to be anywhere in particular, just trying very discreetly to be anywhere but where he was now. So he was speed walking with his head down, being hardly mindful of the dignitaries and serfs he was pushing his way through to get away from the royal messenger that was tailing him.
Unfortunately for Cain, he was the only man his height in the hallway and the messenger knew only one man who insisted on wearing a hat indoors at all times.
"Mr. Cain !" The messenger wheezed, trying to bumble his way through a group of royal adivsors who had decided to continue their discussion on the newest invention from their sector right in the middle of the walkway. His small and rather large frame wasn't made for chasing after young men bent on escaping him and he cursed Cain for making such a habit of it.
"Mr. Cain, please! I'm too old for this!" The messenger yelled after Cain's retreating back for what seemed like the hundreth time when he saw a familiar and smiling figure pop her head out a door at sound of Cain's name.
"Princess DG, thank Dorothy!" The messenger exclaimed in exhausted relief.
DG's head snapped in the messenger's direction and then down to meet the small man's eyes. Her brow furrowed in confusion though he admired her attempt to smile politely at being shouted at so.
"No offense, but I don't think we've met." DG said carefully, noticing the royal band on the messenger's outfitt.
He smiled. " Royal Messenger, Andre Maltuss, your highness. I was sent here by Officer Cain from Central City to deliver a message to his father."
DG smiled at the mention of Cain's son. "Oh, that's nice." She said and looked back as Cain dissapeared around a corner. "Having trouble catching him?" She asked.
Andre sighed. "As ever, your highness. And my legs are far too short to keep time with Mr. Cain's loping stride. So I was wondering if you might give the insufferable man this message for me? If it isn't any convenience of course." He added rather hastily for the princess after the saracastic tone he'd used concerning her bodyguard.
DG laughed good heartedly at the frustrated man and took the unusually ornate envelope from him. "Yeah, I'll give it to him. I have a lot practice chasing him down anyway."
Andre's face was awash with relief. " Thank you, your highness."
The messenger only waited for DG's smile and nod before he was off, grumbling the whole way about thoroughly annoying ' Mr. Cain' .
DG chuckled as she turned the envelope over in her hands to find the words 'You are cordially invited' written across the seal in a woman's handwriting. "This should be interesting."
------
Cain found some relief when he looked behind him and noticed Maltuss was no where in sight. He knew perfectly well what the man was bringing him, and Cain preferred a slight delay on having to read and respond to it.
His hand reached out and touched DG's bedroom door out of habit as he passed, but he didn't knock to see if she was in. Cain wanted to work some of his worries out before mentioning this to her. But when he saw the very woman leaning against his door with a sly smile and an envelope between her fingers, he knew that plan was shot to hell.
" I think you've made avoiding messengers an Olympic sport." DG teased as she waved the envelope tauntingly. "Mr. Maltuss sends his regards."
Cain scowled. " It's a wedding invitation."
DG nodded. "Yeah, I figured that. I doubt Tin Men are sending orders with pretty filigree lettering these days."
Cain moved past DG and her knowing grin to enter his room, the princess right behind him.
"You shouldn't stick your nose..."
"Where it's not wanted." DG finished in her best stiff voiced impersonation of Cain.
Cain glared.
"And normally that would be true." She said reasonably. " Except that I was invited too, and charged with the task of making sure you attended with me." DG said as she held up an identical, open invitation that bore her name.
Cain sighed. " You and Jeb get on too well sometimes, you know that?"
DG took a seat on Cain's desk and smiled. " It usually happens when you fight a war together."
"The last ten minutes of a war," Cain countered irritably.
DG frowned. "Cain, you cannot miss your son's wedding!" She said with all the authority of her station. Something she rarely did and as time went by, got better at.
Cain stood there defiantly, looking down at her from the depleted height DG had given herself by sitting. DG thought it was sweet that he thought this was going to be a mexican stand off when she was holding all the cards. Or in Cain's position, the bullets.
" And since I'm going whether you want to or not, guess what that means big guy?" She asked sweetly, watching patiently as the man's jaw set and he groaned. Because as her bodyguard it was a simple fact was. Where ever she went, he went.
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Cain may of had no choice in the matter of going, but he made sure they took an unmarked carriage so no one would know that royalty was actually putting it's naive neck out in the open.
The wedding was set up just on the outskirts of Central City, near the Brick Route so it could be easily found but still not too open to the public. All wedding guests were asked to wear casual dress to help in this and most of the ex-Resistance Fighters were attending the wedding in their new Tin Men garb.
Cain had the faint image in his head of standing out as an old model in this new, young generation of men. His coat a bit tattered compared to the fresh wool, his hat darkened and worn compared to new soft leather. All the while with a young princess on his arm not much older then the bride and groom themselves.
Cain would never take back what he'd said to DG that day in her room, he wanted to move on, he wanted her to be the one he did that with. But he wasn't so prepared yet to have his new life and the old one meet so harshly in the middle with this wedding. It wouldn't just be the young Tin Men attending, he reminded himself. There were still some of the old dogs, ones who had survived the past fifteen annuals hiding or fighting from the shadows who'd rejoined the moment the war was over. Men Cain knew from his time in service.
And despite all that he believed, Cain was still painfully aware of how much younger DG was then him.
He watched DG staying in the shadows of the carriage like he'd told her, smiling as the scenery went by. Knowing he'd probably have few chances during the wedding, Cain reached across the seat and pushed a strand of coal black hair from her throat, and watched as his fingers trailed down the soft curve of skin. She immediately turned and smiled at him, but he wasn't daft enough to take it any further now.
"Remember what I said, DG. First sign of trouble and we're out of there." He told her, trying to get the details of escape in the way of the past nagging at his heels.
DG rolled her eyes at him. " You know, you must be a real riot at funerals."
Cain smirked despite himself and held his tongue. Knowing anything said after that would probably get him clocked in these cramped quarters.
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The look on Jeb Cain's face when he saw DG and his father step out of the carriage was a mixture of disbelief and delight.
" I don't believe it." Jeb said aloud as he went to embrace the older man. "Anita was right, she got you to come after all."
Cain snorted, DG trying to hold back a fit of giggles behind him. "That some sneaky work you two did." He grumbled, but he looked happy all the same to see his son.
Jeb just laughed, giving DG a hug as well. Whispering his thanks in her ear.
" Would you look at that! Wyatt Cain!" And alien voice boomed from the crowd.
DG saw Cain stiffen.
A sturdy looking man with a tree trunk of a waist and a barrel chest came up to greet DG and the Cain men. His hair was short salt and pepper and may of been black once if his beard had anything to say about it. Looking roughly twelve years older then Cain, his trenchcoat was a dirt brown in comparison to Cain's mossy green. But what bothered DG most about the man was the bright twinkle in his brown eyes, something she'd never seen in any hard fighting man in the O.Z. Like he hadn't a care in the world.
The man clapped Cain on the shoulder like an old friend would, but Cain's face was made of stone.
"Peterson." Cain replied in monotone, but DG heard an edge of steel in the name.
" We heard what Zero did to ya, Wyatt. It's good to see you made it out that torture machine in one piece." Peterson replied, not seeming too bothered by the cold reception.
Cain's eyes flashed and he shrugged off the hand on his shoulder. " And it was nice of you boys to come and get me out all those annuals ago."
Peterson looked taken aback by that and stared gob mouthed. " We did all we could at the time, Wyatt. We had our own families to keep safe at the time, there was no choice but to get out while we still could." He argued, though the shame of it was in the man's eyes.
Jeb put himself between DG and the two Tin Men as Cain snorted.
" Protecting your families? Where were you during the last stand, Peterson? How bout Andrews and Calvin? The whole lot of you keeping your noses clean under the witch's rule while the rest of us did our job. Protecting our families!" Cain seethed, his voice growing in volume. "Ain't that right?"
Peterson's eyes darted around, looking for a way out. The growing crowd of civilian and tin men alike now watching them forced the man to take a stand or walk away from the fight.
" And your wife paid for that, didn't she?" Peterson blurted out quietly, realizing too late what he'd said.
The sound of surprise from the wedding guests was sharp in DG's ears, so was the sound of Cain's fist connecting with Peterson's jaw. There was a sickening snap of bone and Cain's hand came away red.
Peterson may have been older, but the man was a trained soldier. Keeping his stance but cradling his jaw all the same, grunting with pain. DG had a sense of deja'vu and hoped to god the man was feeling ten fold whatever pain the broken bones were giving him.
Jeb stepped forward then, anger hardening his earlier carefree expression.
" I suggest you leave Officer Peterson, and I'd expect more then suspension time when this is over with if I was you." There was a nasty promise in Jeb's voice, and not a word was raised against the decision as Peterson stumbled his way away from them.
DG watched Jeb take a calming breathe and look to his father, they shared something without words and Cain nodded. She never realized how alike they were until that moment.
DG heard a dripping sound, like tap water. It only took her a second to spot the blood dripping from Cain's knuckles.
"Cain! Your hand." She said with alarm as she grabbed what looked like a washcloth from a nearby table and pressed it to Cain's bleeding knuckles to stop the flow.
" Anita's waiting for you two in the tent. You should let her take a look at your hand before the wedding starts." Jeb said, trying his damndest to put on at least a weak smile for them. DG felt her heart go out to the poor man for having to endure something like this on his wedding day, and gave Jeb's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before she and Cain went in the direction of the tents.
Cain was silent beside her as they made it inside the tent, though DG kept throwing glances his way in hopes of getting a response. She wanted to ask, but she knew now wasn't the time.
A flurry of white cotton and red hair came flying at the two when they entered the tent and DG couldn't help but laugh when she was tackle/hugged by Anita Fanlon, the bride to be. An ex-Resistance Fighter like Jeb, Anita was usually a no nonsense kind of woman. But it was obvious the wedding day giddiness had gotten to the woman in the end, if the radiant smile on her face was any proof.
"DG, you made it. I told Jeb you'd manage to get this old grump here in the end." Anita said as she went to give Cain an equally smothering hug, but stopped short when she saw the blood soaked rag on his hand.
" What in the great Gale happened to your hand?!" The woman demanded, barking it out as an order.
" Me and another guest had a little disagreement." Cain said with a self satisfied smirk.
Anita cocked an eyebrow. " And how did the other guy come out of it?"
Cain's grin grew wider. " With a few broken bones and a bad taste in his mouth."
"Good." She said simply and latched onto Cain's collar like a dissaproving mother would latch onto her child's ear. "Now we have to get you cleaned up before you escort me down the aisle."
"Hold on. What's this about me walking down what aisle?!" Cain demanded as he was pulled away by the surprisingly strong woman. With DG following behind shaking her head and her mind reeling from the last five minutes.
Next Story: Wedding Date 2/2
Characters/Ratings: DG/Cain
Ratings: PG-13
Warning/Spoilers: All of Tin Man
Summary: A series of short stories, the strands that connect DG and Cain together after the witche's defeat.
Author's Note: Now I have gone and done what I had refused to do with this series. I have multiple chapters for one of these stories. I designed this series so that if I ever ran out of ideas the stories always had resolved endings and wouldn't need an all encompassing finish. But this one story got a bit too long so I'm posting it two halves. I'm still working on the other half, but I hope you enjoy what is up so far and not be too annoyed with me for making you wait for the next part.
?? Oh and if someone can tell me how to link the other chapters to my new entries I'd be much obliged??
Cain was walking fast. Now fast could be interpreted a few ways. Because right now you're either seeing Cain as running down the palace hall or enjoying a light jog. But our Tin Man wasn't really in a hurry to be anywhere in particular, just trying very discreetly to be anywhere but where he was now. So he was speed walking with his head down, being hardly mindful of the dignitaries and serfs he was pushing his way through to get away from the royal messenger that was tailing him.
Unfortunately for Cain, he was the only man his height in the hallway and the messenger knew only one man who insisted on wearing a hat indoors at all times.
"Mr. Cain !" The messenger wheezed, trying to bumble his way through a group of royal adivsors who had decided to continue their discussion on the newest invention from their sector right in the middle of the walkway. His small and rather large frame wasn't made for chasing after young men bent on escaping him and he cursed Cain for making such a habit of it.
"Mr. Cain, please! I'm too old for this!" The messenger yelled after Cain's retreating back for what seemed like the hundreth time when he saw a familiar and smiling figure pop her head out a door at sound of Cain's name.
"Princess DG, thank Dorothy!" The messenger exclaimed in exhausted relief.
DG's head snapped in the messenger's direction and then down to meet the small man's eyes. Her brow furrowed in confusion though he admired her attempt to smile politely at being shouted at so.
"No offense, but I don't think we've met." DG said carefully, noticing the royal band on the messenger's outfitt.
He smiled. " Royal Messenger, Andre Maltuss, your highness. I was sent here by Officer Cain from Central City to deliver a message to his father."
DG smiled at the mention of Cain's son. "Oh, that's nice." She said and looked back as Cain dissapeared around a corner. "Having trouble catching him?" She asked.
Andre sighed. "As ever, your highness. And my legs are far too short to keep time with Mr. Cain's loping stride. So I was wondering if you might give the insufferable man this message for me? If it isn't any convenience of course." He added rather hastily for the princess after the saracastic tone he'd used concerning her bodyguard.
DG laughed good heartedly at the frustrated man and took the unusually ornate envelope from him. "Yeah, I'll give it to him. I have a lot practice chasing him down anyway."
Andre's face was awash with relief. " Thank you, your highness."
The messenger only waited for DG's smile and nod before he was off, grumbling the whole way about thoroughly annoying ' Mr. Cain' .
DG chuckled as she turned the envelope over in her hands to find the words 'You are cordially invited' written across the seal in a woman's handwriting. "This should be interesting."
------
Cain found some relief when he looked behind him and noticed Maltuss was no where in sight. He knew perfectly well what the man was bringing him, and Cain preferred a slight delay on having to read and respond to it.
His hand reached out and touched DG's bedroom door out of habit as he passed, but he didn't knock to see if she was in. Cain wanted to work some of his worries out before mentioning this to her. But when he saw the very woman leaning against his door with a sly smile and an envelope between her fingers, he knew that plan was shot to hell.
" I think you've made avoiding messengers an Olympic sport." DG teased as she waved the envelope tauntingly. "Mr. Maltuss sends his regards."
Cain scowled. " It's a wedding invitation."
DG nodded. "Yeah, I figured that. I doubt Tin Men are sending orders with pretty filigree lettering these days."
Cain moved past DG and her knowing grin to enter his room, the princess right behind him.
"You shouldn't stick your nose..."
"Where it's not wanted." DG finished in her best stiff voiced impersonation of Cain.
Cain glared.
"And normally that would be true." She said reasonably. " Except that I was invited too, and charged with the task of making sure you attended with me." DG said as she held up an identical, open invitation that bore her name.
Cain sighed. " You and Jeb get on too well sometimes, you know that?"
DG took a seat on Cain's desk and smiled. " It usually happens when you fight a war together."
"The last ten minutes of a war," Cain countered irritably.
DG frowned. "Cain, you cannot miss your son's wedding!" She said with all the authority of her station. Something she rarely did and as time went by, got better at.
Cain stood there defiantly, looking down at her from the depleted height DG had given herself by sitting. DG thought it was sweet that he thought this was going to be a mexican stand off when she was holding all the cards. Or in Cain's position, the bullets.
" And since I'm going whether you want to or not, guess what that means big guy?" She asked sweetly, watching patiently as the man's jaw set and he groaned. Because as her bodyguard it was a simple fact was. Where ever she went, he went.
-----
Cain may of had no choice in the matter of going, but he made sure they took an unmarked carriage so no one would know that royalty was actually putting it's naive neck out in the open.
The wedding was set up just on the outskirts of Central City, near the Brick Route so it could be easily found but still not too open to the public. All wedding guests were asked to wear casual dress to help in this and most of the ex-Resistance Fighters were attending the wedding in their new Tin Men garb.
Cain had the faint image in his head of standing out as an old model in this new, young generation of men. His coat a bit tattered compared to the fresh wool, his hat darkened and worn compared to new soft leather. All the while with a young princess on his arm not much older then the bride and groom themselves.
Cain would never take back what he'd said to DG that day in her room, he wanted to move on, he wanted her to be the one he did that with. But he wasn't so prepared yet to have his new life and the old one meet so harshly in the middle with this wedding. It wouldn't just be the young Tin Men attending, he reminded himself. There were still some of the old dogs, ones who had survived the past fifteen annuals hiding or fighting from the shadows who'd rejoined the moment the war was over. Men Cain knew from his time in service.
And despite all that he believed, Cain was still painfully aware of how much younger DG was then him.
He watched DG staying in the shadows of the carriage like he'd told her, smiling as the scenery went by. Knowing he'd probably have few chances during the wedding, Cain reached across the seat and pushed a strand of coal black hair from her throat, and watched as his fingers trailed down the soft curve of skin. She immediately turned and smiled at him, but he wasn't daft enough to take it any further now.
"Remember what I said, DG. First sign of trouble and we're out of there." He told her, trying to get the details of escape in the way of the past nagging at his heels.
DG rolled her eyes at him. " You know, you must be a real riot at funerals."
Cain smirked despite himself and held his tongue. Knowing anything said after that would probably get him clocked in these cramped quarters.
------
The look on Jeb Cain's face when he saw DG and his father step out of the carriage was a mixture of disbelief and delight.
" I don't believe it." Jeb said aloud as he went to embrace the older man. "Anita was right, she got you to come after all."
Cain snorted, DG trying to hold back a fit of giggles behind him. "That some sneaky work you two did." He grumbled, but he looked happy all the same to see his son.
Jeb just laughed, giving DG a hug as well. Whispering his thanks in her ear.
" Would you look at that! Wyatt Cain!" And alien voice boomed from the crowd.
DG saw Cain stiffen.
A sturdy looking man with a tree trunk of a waist and a barrel chest came up to greet DG and the Cain men. His hair was short salt and pepper and may of been black once if his beard had anything to say about it. Looking roughly twelve years older then Cain, his trenchcoat was a dirt brown in comparison to Cain's mossy green. But what bothered DG most about the man was the bright twinkle in his brown eyes, something she'd never seen in any hard fighting man in the O.Z. Like he hadn't a care in the world.
The man clapped Cain on the shoulder like an old friend would, but Cain's face was made of stone.
"Peterson." Cain replied in monotone, but DG heard an edge of steel in the name.
" We heard what Zero did to ya, Wyatt. It's good to see you made it out that torture machine in one piece." Peterson replied, not seeming too bothered by the cold reception.
Cain's eyes flashed and he shrugged off the hand on his shoulder. " And it was nice of you boys to come and get me out all those annuals ago."
Peterson looked taken aback by that and stared gob mouthed. " We did all we could at the time, Wyatt. We had our own families to keep safe at the time, there was no choice but to get out while we still could." He argued, though the shame of it was in the man's eyes.
Jeb put himself between DG and the two Tin Men as Cain snorted.
" Protecting your families? Where were you during the last stand, Peterson? How bout Andrews and Calvin? The whole lot of you keeping your noses clean under the witch's rule while the rest of us did our job. Protecting our families!" Cain seethed, his voice growing in volume. "Ain't that right?"
Peterson's eyes darted around, looking for a way out. The growing crowd of civilian and tin men alike now watching them forced the man to take a stand or walk away from the fight.
" And your wife paid for that, didn't she?" Peterson blurted out quietly, realizing too late what he'd said.
The sound of surprise from the wedding guests was sharp in DG's ears, so was the sound of Cain's fist connecting with Peterson's jaw. There was a sickening snap of bone and Cain's hand came away red.
Peterson may have been older, but the man was a trained soldier. Keeping his stance but cradling his jaw all the same, grunting with pain. DG had a sense of deja'vu and hoped to god the man was feeling ten fold whatever pain the broken bones were giving him.
Jeb stepped forward then, anger hardening his earlier carefree expression.
" I suggest you leave Officer Peterson, and I'd expect more then suspension time when this is over with if I was you." There was a nasty promise in Jeb's voice, and not a word was raised against the decision as Peterson stumbled his way away from them.
DG watched Jeb take a calming breathe and look to his father, they shared something without words and Cain nodded. She never realized how alike they were until that moment.
DG heard a dripping sound, like tap water. It only took her a second to spot the blood dripping from Cain's knuckles.
"Cain! Your hand." She said with alarm as she grabbed what looked like a washcloth from a nearby table and pressed it to Cain's bleeding knuckles to stop the flow.
" Anita's waiting for you two in the tent. You should let her take a look at your hand before the wedding starts." Jeb said, trying his damndest to put on at least a weak smile for them. DG felt her heart go out to the poor man for having to endure something like this on his wedding day, and gave Jeb's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before she and Cain went in the direction of the tents.
Cain was silent beside her as they made it inside the tent, though DG kept throwing glances his way in hopes of getting a response. She wanted to ask, but she knew now wasn't the time.
A flurry of white cotton and red hair came flying at the two when they entered the tent and DG couldn't help but laugh when she was tackle/hugged by Anita Fanlon, the bride to be. An ex-Resistance Fighter like Jeb, Anita was usually a no nonsense kind of woman. But it was obvious the wedding day giddiness had gotten to the woman in the end, if the radiant smile on her face was any proof.
"DG, you made it. I told Jeb you'd manage to get this old grump here in the end." Anita said as she went to give Cain an equally smothering hug, but stopped short when she saw the blood soaked rag on his hand.
" What in the great Gale happened to your hand?!" The woman demanded, barking it out as an order.
" Me and another guest had a little disagreement." Cain said with a self satisfied smirk.
Anita cocked an eyebrow. " And how did the other guy come out of it?"
Cain's grin grew wider. " With a few broken bones and a bad taste in his mouth."
"Good." She said simply and latched onto Cain's collar like a dissaproving mother would latch onto her child's ear. "Now we have to get you cleaned up before you escort me down the aisle."
"Hold on. What's this about me walking down what aisle?!" Cain demanded as he was pulled away by the surprisingly strong woman. With DG following behind shaking her head and her mind reeling from the last five minutes.
Next Story: Wedding Date 2/2
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Date: 2007-12-29 05:10 pm (UTC)And I've wondered about Cain being left in the suit for so long. With a war on able bodied men are hard to come by, and Cain has a very able body.
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Date: 2007-12-29 05:54 pm (UTC)And yes, Cain's getting a bit pushed around here, but I'll get him back to himself soon. I need to delve a bit into the past and bring up the last stand first.
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Date: 2007-12-30 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-30 01:06 am (UTC)Quick walk through...
Date: 2007-12-30 06:53 am (UTC)Another smaller box will pop up and you'll see Link Info. Beneath that you'll see Link Type, which will give you the choice of either URL or E-mail. Keep with URL. Beneath that you'll see Protocol and it'll give you again several different choices. http://; https://; ftp://; news:// and "other" in brackets.
For linking your former chapters to your subsequent ones, keep with http://. Remember that link that you copied? In the box next to protocol that says URL you're going to hit CTRL+V to paste the link in that box. It'll format if for you if you do it that way. If you paste it by right-clicking with your mouse, you'll have to remove the http:// manually and leave the rest of the link.
Once you have the URL in the box hit okay, and you're done! The newly created link will turn blue; when you post and view the entry the link will (still be blue and) take you right to that particular entry with a click of your mouse.
Hope that helps! Message me if I didn't make sense.
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Date: 2007-12-31 06:42 pm (UTC)"Me and another guest had a little disagreement."
Classic Cain. *shakes head*
Love it! where's part two, may i ask?
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Date: 2007-12-31 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-08 08:26 pm (UTC)"The last ten minutes of a war," Cain countered irritably.
I already told you this but:
*DIES*
hahahahahaha
"Hold on. What's this about me walking down what aisle?!" *snort*
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 01:12 am (UTC)I really appreciate you going back to read the series through instead of jumping to the last one. Thank you.