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Kristoff Vernard, aka Kristoff Von Doom ([info]discardedheir) wrote,
@ 2009-07-25 22:03:00


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Flashback (back to the regular kind)
Kristoff Vernard was nine years old, and everything was finally back to normal. He knew who he was properly again. The Master was done with his dimensionwinding travels -- and it was really him for certain, and Kristoff was privileged to be the only one furnished with proof. And life was quiet and happy again in the castle.

He was reading a book on Goedel when he noticed someone was in the room. He looked over.


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[info]discardedheir
2009-07-26 05:52 am UTC (link)
The boy stays standing straight. "N-not the most fearsome at all, Madam. By most definitions, quite the contrary. And as the heir to the Latverian throne, I would face anything my sovereign and my country require me to, beautiful or terrible." Or both. Little of both. Hence the 'most' in 'most definitions'.

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[info]nextgen_parent
2009-07-26 05:56 am UTC (link)
Amora kisses her fingertips and touches his forehead. "A sweet sentiment, my little prince. Your tongue will serve you well in this land's affairs."

She looks off into the distance, apparently sensing something. "Ah... Victor." She turns back to Kristoff. "Little prince, be a dear and tell one of the castle's servants to bring some fine wine and roast meats to your king's bedchambers. We will have need of them... in time. Farewell, for now."

She tucks her hair over her shoulders, stretches languidly, then is gone from the room.

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[info]discardedheir
2009-07-26 12:45 pm UTC (link)
He nodded obediently as she spoke and...once he recovered a moment after her departure, went to speak to the appropriate people about food for the Master's guest. With much warning about being careful to not intrude. He didn't want to accidentally send anyone to his death.

The recovering did take a moment. It had been a very unusual experience.

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