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SlytherinSistah · 02-19-2014, 10:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Edward Penguin

Edward was still looking around when he heard someone speak behind him. He turned quickly, disappointed that he had let someone get that close without noticing. He was losing something after being back in London for a while. He mumbled a quick apology Sorry, Mate! as he stepped to the side and watched the other gentleman walk by him.

"No harm done." Jasper chirped back in response. He had had weeks of dreariness punctuated with the bliss of being alongside Heather leading up to this which probably accounted for his more upbeat attitude for the time being. That and he was one of those guys that really did love his job. "Jasper Mitterbill." He began with an outstretched hand. Might as well now that they'd had each other's attention. "Hall of Prophecy."

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Originally Posted by ErisedGoblet924

"Im so sorry I get sea sick" she explained apolegiticly as she turned a nasty shade of green. She feelt nasty as she looked up and groaned. So you are....?" She was just going to have to sit down but she had nothing to sit one. "Is there anything to sit on?" She gestured to the deck then fell over as she found her foot caught in a rope. Oh dear she was going to puke and she looked ill.

As his gaze moved periodically taking in the new surroundings, Jasper noticed a VERY young girl in a green dress standing with them. Must be one of the new hires. But Merlin she was young! Could she have been a genius with great knowledge that enabled her to perform the jobs in Mysteries or...maybe she was a seer as well and her experience would be a great help to he and Syndil now that the Shermanator had gone on to a different department.

He was going to miss that eccentric old cat and fellow Piscean.

He waved and offered the new girl a smile, but just as he did she'd taken a terrible spill. He'd meant to turn away for she was be-skirted, but he could not tear his eyes off the scene. Quickly, but calmly he moved over to help her up. "Alright, miss?" He ask in his Southerly accent. A Brighton man most likely. Or not too far off.

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SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	ooc: not sure if you meant fell overboard, but I think you meant just fell? :) C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Edward Penguin Edward was still looking around when he heard someone speak behind him. He turned quickly, disappointed that he had let someone get that close without noticing. He was losing something after being back in London for a while. He mumbled a quick apology Sorry, Mate! as he stepped to the side and watched the other gentleman walk by him. "No harm done." Jasper chirped back in response. He had had weeks of dreariness punctuated with the bliss of being alongside Heather leading up to this which probably accounted for his more upbeat attitude for the time being. That and he was one of those guys that really did love his job. "Jasper Mitterbill." He began with an outstretched hand. Might as well now that they'd had each other's attention. "Hall of Prophecy." Quote: Originally Posted by ErisedGoblet924 "Im so sorry I get sea sick" she explained apolegiticly as she turned a nasty shade of green. She feelt nasty as she looked up and groaned. So you are....?" She was just going to have to sit down but she had nothing to sit one. "Is there anything to sit on?" She gestured to the deck then fell over as she found her foot caught in a rope. Oh dear she was going to puke and she looked ill. As his gaze moved periodically taking in the new surroundings, Jasper noticed a VERY young girl in a green dress standing with them. Must be one of the new hires. But Merlin she was young! Could she have been a genius with great knowledge that enabled her to perform the jobs in Mysteries or...maybe she was a seer as well and her experience would be a great help to he and Syndil now that the Shermanator had gone on to a different department. He was going to miss that eccentric old cat and fellow Piscean. He waved and offered the new girl a smile, but just as he did she'd taken a terrible spill. He'd meant to turn away for she was be-skirted, but he could not tear his eyes off the scene. Quickly, but calmly he moved over to help her up. "Alright, miss?" He ask in his Southerly accent. A Brighton man most likely. Or not too far off.