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Arachan: So... I heard that your daughter was visiting? *He looks over at Krystal.* OOC: Just to be certain... there are no nobles in the GAHE. Aristocracy is gone, it's a meritocracy now. Everywhere else... is either a democratic republic, or a constitutional monarchy.
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Arachan: It think it might be morale boosting if you did. *He looks at her, completely serious looking.*
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Arachan: Well, seeming as you are an admiral, most have decided to over look it... *He smiles at her, and holds the door to the turbolift.*
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*Arachan smiles knowingly.* Arachan: Admiral... most people know about that particular person. *He makes to board the ship with his trunk.*
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OOC: But it wouldn't match a counselor! A devilish, masochistic, atheistic, arrogant a*shole is not what the ship needs! Well... another one...
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*Arachan bites his lip.* Arachan: Oh.... that doesn't sound... nice. Or condusive to healthy psyches. *He smiles a little.* OOC: This is so different from the Shade Warlock I know...:(
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Arachan: First, I thought so. Second, they stopped using textbooks in preference to empathics a few years ago. Third, some martial arts and shooting. Not very good at it though. *He smiles, his gold speckled, light brown eyes twinkling.*
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Arachan: Oh, just a few rumours circling around the Academy. *He shrugs.* Arachan: Oh, by the way, I'm a new graduate. This is my first assignment.
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Arachan: Oh, the typical things. All of Starfleet knows your ships record front to back, Admiral. Temporal shenanigans, multiple dimensional occurrences, a werewolf, you marrying yourself off to a prince to secure diplomatic relations... *He raises an eyebrow at this.*
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OOC: It's my D&D character... I wanted to squeeze him in.
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Man: Well, it helps me keep track of all my things. *He smiles and extends a hand.* Man: Arachan Eboncross.
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*A man with a trunk of objects is standing in the nearest boarding area, and with a psychiatrist's certification.*
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Kuntel: Oh... Okay. *He fiddles his thumbs, disappointed.*
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Kuntel: He did what? *There is a sudden dagger in his hand.*
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Message: Dear Admiral Jade-von Habsburg, Due to your incompetence or lack of willingness to greet and assign duties to your ship's counselor, Command has decided to assign the lovely Ms. Revardson to another ship. WE are also informing you that your new counselor will be arriving at Jenolan with this message, and any plan…
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Kuntel: Huh... well good luck... *She finds a message.*
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Kuntel: So... now what?
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*Kuntel picks up the things they own, and nods at her.* Kuntel: Well, lead the way, Admiral.
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Kuntel: Well, let's get going then, cher. *He smiles at her.*
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Kuntel: Hmm... Maybe it means we should move the party to our quarters?
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*Kuntel raises an eyebrow at her.* Kuntel: What? I'm that repulsive?
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OOC: Does that really stop us from using it? Let's face it, we don't give a damn about the game in this thread. Kuntel: Well, get over here and teach me! *He pulls Krystal into another kiss.*
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*Kuntel kisses her back for a while, then pulls back.* Kuntel: How did you get so good at that...?
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Kuntel: That's a start but.... I was looking for four words. Maybe a repeat of what I said? *He kisses her.*
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Kuntel: Aaaaannnnnd....? *He whispers this in her ear.*
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Kuntel: What? I'd do anything, you know that...
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Kuntel: I love you, by the way. *He tried to sip his drink. And massage at the same time.*
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Kuntel: Well, I've had good practice. You always seem to need a back rub when you stress out. *He smiles and keeps going.*
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Kuntel: Mm'hmm... *He starts massaging her shoulders a bit, setting down his drink.*
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Kuntel: So you want to de-stress? *He sips his Romulan ale.*