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Post by Vixen on Dec 6, 2010 10:05:57 GMT -5
{ I am well aware that Isaac is in another thread, but little Zippy wouldn't know that. So. Here we are. Anyone can come in and reply, or I can just wait for Bunny to finish up in her other thread ;D }
Today was not Zipporah's day. She had risen and fallen from Isaac's favor in the blink of an eye after killing the blue woman and snapping at Deborah respectively. She had been spurned by a twelve year old which effectively ended her pedophile career.
And it was raining, too. The chilled drops were spilling from her golden mane as she stumbled up to Isaac's dwelling. She had been a fool before. A temper tantrum in the school house, toying with a child's emotions. If she wanted power, true power, she would just have to make Isaac forget all about her earlier misstep. Maybe an offering and some sort of promise of petinenace.
She had a basket of apples.
And she had a million false promises.
She'd give it her best try.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Jan 20, 2011 9:04:18 GMT -5
ooc - thanks for the e-mail vixen. i forgot i had a solomon...
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Solomon blinked the rain out of his eyes and hesitantly pushed himself towards Zipporah. "Um, excuse me?" he pressed. "Are you looking for Isaac?" Without waiting for a response he added, "He's in the cornfield. Do you need him for something?"
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Post by Vixen on Jan 20, 2011 14:02:36 GMT -5
Zipporah waited for a heartbeat before responding to Solomon's question. After a reasonably awkward amount of time had passed she snapped, "Oh, you are going to give me a chance to answer this time, Solomon, instead of bombarding me with yet another question?" Satisfied with her dissection she explained, "And I just had an offering for him." She brandished her basket. Now move along. No plan here. None. Zippo. Just gonna be nice. No plans for domination. At. All.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Jan 24, 2011 14:45:20 GMT -5
Solomon ignored Zipporah's sharp words and eyed her offering. "Apples," he observed. "Why? Does Isaac want apples?" He blinked, puzzled. Isaac had received several offerings today. He had enough to feed himself, and plenty left over to curry favor with the lord. "I don't think he needs any more."
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Post by Vixen on Jan 25, 2011 22:20:22 GMT -5
Zipporah fixed Solomon with a firm glare. "If he doesn't want them," she said drily, "then he can just give them back, can't he?" she tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder. Whether Isaac wanted the gift or not he would A. Be touched by the gesture and B. have to courteously allow her an audience with him. Once she was in his presence, she would swiftly make him forget about her earlier outburst.
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Jan 26, 2011 8:07:14 GMT -5
"I suppose," Solomon mumbled, unphased by Zipporah's rudeness. "But if he doesn't need them, they could've been used for something else. Seems almost wasteful." He scratched the back of his head in thought before shrugging. "But I suppose I shouldn't judge."
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Post by Vixen on Feb 4, 2011 8:05:45 GMT -5
"I suppose you shouldn't," Zipporah said flatly, clutching the basket closer to her chest. She fixed Solomon with a firmer glare. The giant oaf wouldn't leave her alone, would he? "...When do you suppose he'll be back?"
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Feb 5, 2011 22:53:22 GMT -5
Solomon crossed his arms and glowered. "Now you want my help?" he mumbled. He considered turning and leaving her to ponder her own sins, but his better(?)...naive nature won out.
It won out, but he still had no idea what the answer was. "Um...I don't know. He's not usually gone this long."
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Post by Vixen on Feb 14, 2011 8:06:08 GMT -5
And the winner of the least helpful man in Gatlin award was...
"Thanks," Zipporah drawled, certain to dip her tone into sarcasm. "You've been a great help. I'll go look for him myself."
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Post by Dot Dot Dot on Feb 15, 2011 8:15:36 GMT -5
Solomon frowned. "No need to be impatient," he muttered, more to himself than to Zipporah. He had just been trying to help. Ultimately, he shrugged. He'd go on his way, then, too.
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