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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 3:30 pm
Mythrill was befuddled. In particular, by a letter that he'd received recently, telling him -of all things- that he had been selected to be the guardian of a child. Him. A parent, of all things! Yet, that was what was frustrating him the most at this point in time. The fact that, despite what an absurd request it was, it... was still a very official-looking letter. He couldn't help but worry that whomever had sent it had been very serious in their request. There was no chance in Hell he was going to march on over and accept the kid with arms wide open, and he figured that would keep him from any consequence. The only problem was...
Well, what if it didn't? What if these people were so convinced that he would be a proper caretaker that they left some kid on his doorstep or shoved it at him or something...? Was that even legal?
The lengthy Eilian reclined on his black leather couch, still looking over the letter as though if he read it enough, it would reveal its secrets to him. Unfortunately, that had yet to be the case and, thusly, he was stuck reading it through again and again. Groaning softly, he let his good eye flick toward the large window that took up most of one of his walls, adjusting his wings beneath him. Why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn't they pick some other rich brat - or his parents!
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:56 pm
A short while later, just as he had dreaded, there was a very curt knock at the door. Outside was a woman in a plain silver uniform and a black visor that covered a good portion of her face. Her hair was hot pink, but so rigidly straight in cut and feel that the shocking color looked almost dull. She held herself with an air of authority and the briefcase she had under her arm did help that appearance.
The giant ball of fluff beside her, however, didn't help that appearance at all.
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