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[If there is no active post or you need to contact Inias, leave him a message.
He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]
He has no idea how to set up a private custom message, so you're just gonna have to deal.]
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Fine.
[Amicably enough, as he inclines his head toward her.]
Where would you like your tree?
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[ Uuhhhmmm... Give her a second. The spot needs to be just right. After a bit of checking around, she stops in a spot a few yards away. ]
Here!
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How big would you like it to be?
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[ Sam is a good estimate okay he's a freakin' giant. Plus if it's a littler taller than him he can put on the star. It's perfect logic, really. ]
So seven feet or so! And it needs to be an evergreen tree. Like a spruce or pine or... whatever.
[ Can you tell she knows nothing about trees, Inias? Because she doesn't. ]
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Would you like the tree to be prickly?
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[ Christmas trees are kind of prickly, aren't they? It's been so long since she's had a real one that she's not sure. ]
Just not too much! We have to decorate it, after all.
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In a few moments, a blue spruce begins to sprout, growing at a steady pace until it is, as she requested, seven feet tall. He looks kind of woozy after the fact and he closes his eyes to stop the headrush, but Inias soon opens them with a faint smile.]
Is this suitable?
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It seems to have taken a bit of power though and she's concerned, briefly, until he smiles. Phew, okay. ]
Yeah! It's perfect. Now, we just need to find an axe and figure out how to get it inside.
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[But he pauses, seeming to understand what she's saying, and Inias frowns deeply at her.]
Get it inside?
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[ Don't you frown at her, Inias. This is part of Christmas! ]
Typically, Christmas trees are, y'know. Chopped down and put inside to decorate.
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[And he looks up at the tree before looking back at Rosie, frowning.]
I just grew it.
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What happens when it snows? All the ornaments will get ruined.
[ Because this place is lame and she can only make paper ornaments. ]
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It can, I guess. It's just not as fun.
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I can cut it down if you wish.
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You would? For me?
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[With a soft sigh, almost resigned -- though Inias involuntarily smiles slightly at Rosie's bright smile, just a little bit, and he gently flicks his fingers.
With a swipe of telekinesis and the extension of his Grace, the tree is cut at the base, but Inias keeps it standing with his powers.]
I can carry it.
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Woah. That's... impressive. She's going to gently remind herself that she should never, ever get on Inias' ( or any angels, for that matter ) bad side. So far she thinks she's doing a good job! ]
Thank you! Now this Christmas is bound to be awesome.
[ Haha... haha... ha. Right. ]
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[Inias gently levitates the tree along.]
I was present for the first "Christmas", though Jesus Christ was born in late spring, so I do not believe it counts.
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[ It's kind of hard to refute Christianity when you're talking to an angel. So she's just gonna' roll with it. ]'
Well, hey, you'll get a chance to celebrate it this year! I'll make sure of it. You'll get a gift and everything.