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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 19:27:48 GMT -5
Typewryter worked long into the night, falling asleep with his head in his books after several long hours. He lay there on the ground, surrounded by stacks of books and scrolls bearing his notes for the day. Nearby, Munin was perched, silently watching over her master.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 19:48:51 GMT -5
It doesn't take long for Mythic to show up, a blanket folded and a small pillow stacked on her back, she quietly moved around him, marking his place in books, moving the documents and notes to the drying table keeping them sorted, lifts his head and places it on the pillow, then lays the blanket over him. A typical night for her, the glanced at Munin, blushing a bit, but kisses the sleeping Types cheek anyway before turning to head off, head down, she sighs.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 19:52:19 GMT -5
Munin silently watches the display, and coos softly as her master turns, curling up in the blanket Mythic brought.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 20:01:26 GMT -5
Mythic Prime left to turn in in her small apartment, where Clone #6 had been all day studying, who salutes before synching up then vanishsing. She nods a bit, looking around, kind of wishing she had kept her Caravan from home instead of leaving it in the care of her parents, she shrugged slightly at herself, setting the framed photo beside her bed before laying down to fall asleep
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 20:03:38 GMT -5
-THE NEXT DAY- Typewryter still lies asleep on the floor.
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 22:35:56 GMT -5
His assistant enters bright and early as always, leaving #6 behind to study while she worked at the Archives. She enters and quietly resets up his work spaces, his notes right where they are, dried and unsmudged, a clone having been dispatatched to the nearby Royal kitchen to fetch to breakfasts, one for him and one for herself, she arrives just as the Prime finishs, setting up his meal on an empty part of the table away from his notes, then sits beside him, and clears her throat a bit in an attempt to wake Type.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 22:41:10 GMT -5
He stirs slightly, mumbling in his sleep, "Oh, hello mr. Snuffagus." He turns over and wrpas his hooves around one of her legs, hugging tight. "And how is Mr. Tumbun today?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 22:48:58 GMT -5
She simply rolled her eyes at his comments about Mr. Snuffagus, having gotten used to his half awake murmerings, though she did blush when he grabbed her leg, that was a new one, "T-type! P-please, Not Mr. Tumbun!" she said, slight panic from this, the illusion that had set down her food faultered a bit.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 22:51:35 GMT -5
his eyes slowly opened, "Wha?" Noticing what he was holding on to, he jumped to his hooves, himself blushing now, "O-oh... s-sorry about that, Miss Swirl...."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 22:54:40 GMT -5
"I-I-its okay Mr. Wryter, you weren't fully awake and aware of your actions..." she nods, then looks down at the floor, "Your meal is ready for you on the desk..." she said quietly in an embarrissed tone.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 22:56:13 GMT -5
"Hm?" He turned to the desk and said, in a joking tone, "Oh Mythic, darling, you're too good to me!" He laughed at his little joke, "Care to join me?"
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 23:05:44 GMT -5
She blushed a bit more, then nodded lightly, "S-sure... I was going to just go back to the receptionist desk... b-but this works too..." magicly picks her coverd tray off the floor and sets it on the table next to his desk, the books that had been thrown about before now in a neat stack with place markers in them. She seems quiet as usual.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 23:08:44 GMT -5
"You really are an amazing assistant, Mythic. Honestly, without you here, I would be starting the day on an empty stomach with all my notes covered in drool! I truly appreciate your help around here."
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Post by Arcel/Mythic Swirl on Aug 29, 2011 23:17:46 GMT -5
She blushs a bit, "J-just doing my job sir," she says with a smile, calls him that once or twice a day still, simply cause she knows it a button of his. She enjoys her warm oatmeal with applechuncks in it and a pinch of cinnamon, "Oh, and your mail," as she said this, a clone approached with a stack of letters with her, one of them Mythic didn't realize was somepony making a repeat offer to promote her to head of one of the Royal Archive anex's, somewhere in some town near the Everfree Forest, "is right here," she said with a smile, the clone set it next to his work before heading off.
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Post by typewryter on Aug 29, 2011 23:22:04 GMT -5
"Sir, sir, sir. Always so formal." Chuckling, he went silent when she mentioned the mail. "Ah, the mail. Wonderful!" His horn glowed, bringing the mail from the desk. "Bill. Bill. Bill. Indictment. Fine. Bill. Bill. Ticket. Bill. Enlarge your- They really need to fire the censor. Bill. Hm? What's this?... It's addressed to you, Mythic."
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