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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

It's been said that when the Dark comes rising that six will turn it back. Notably, there aren't six around at the moment and so Mesaana is sitting at a table sipping a cup of very strong tea calmly. She does not look particularly like a Dark Lord since she's currently wearing a blue robe over her white nightdress. Her hair is a mess and she looks a touch grumpy.

Go on, tempt Fate. If you are really good at tempting, Fate just might screw you.

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[geek_diva]

This is one who is used to being screwed by Fate. Sadly not in the literal sense -- it might actually do her some good, come to think of it.

Nevertheless, it is a Daria, heading back from the bar with a plate of pizza and a milkshake. Right past the Forsaken's table.

"Is it sleepover night?" she asks casually. "Because I'll go back and pack a bag if it is."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Fate tends to deal Angela a crappy hand. Angela stays away from Fate.

She has just come downstairs, looking every inch a girl of fifteen, dressed nicely. For a girl of fifteen, that is.

There's a little apprehension when she sees Lady Selae. And then she immediately feels guilty. This is her mother's teacher. Mom trusts her.

Angela should, too.

So, it is with a tiny bit of shyness that she comes over to Lady Selae's table.

"Good evening, Lady Selae," she says politely, holding herself very straight and tall.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"What did you have to do?"

Angela adores her parents. She feels that losing them--even a version of them--would be pain beyond what she could stand.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"What did you have to do?"

Angela adores her parents. She feels that losing them--even a version of them--would be pain beyond what she could stand.