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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste stood up slowly, weighed down by her belly. "If my father was a Solarian warrior, that means he had black wings. Only warriors have black wings. So my brother will have black wings, which means he's also a warrior!" she explained. "Solarians log every single one of their warriors in books, sort of like phone books or records," |
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Sage felt his eyebrows raise upwards, nodding along, fairly excited about it. "So all we have to do is find his name in a book," he summed up lightly, getting up to move with her. "Maybe we can find your mom too," he mused in thought. "Maybe he'll know where she is." |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste shook her head. "He won't know my mother," she said. "The story is that his mom was pregnant with a baby boy when he and my father disappeared. The humans performed an experiment on my father and my mother, a vampire," |
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Sage nodded along with a sort of hum. "I do wonder if we can find your parents too," he thought out loud. Though, if her mom didn't like werewolves or whatever he wasn't sure he wanted to meet her either |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste shook her head. "They're dead," she said bluntly. "Can you go upstairs to the library and grab every book that has the words, Solarian Warriors, please?" |
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Sage sort of shrugged when she mentioned her parents being dead. It did make sense, and he couldn't say he was upset about it. After all...he didn't know them. He did feel bad for them being in a lab and all that, but still. WHen she asked for the book, he nodded and pecked her head lightly before moving upstairs to find it, bringing it back down and handing it to her. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste took the book with a smile. "Thanks," she said. Celeste sat down on the couch and put the book down on the table. She flipped through it until she found the H section. Celeste quickly found the one and only warrior was the last name 'Harlow'. She pointed to his picture. "Thats my brother," |
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Sage nodded lightly in response to her thanks, settling back down next to her and peering over her shoulder as she flipped through the book. "You two do look alike," he mused after studying their pictures. They weren't super similar, but as an artist he could pick out various details that were the same. "Apparently you have your dad's nose," he commented with a soft chuckle |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste smiled and giggled. "I want to go meet him," she said suddenly. |
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Sage grinned over at Celeste when she giggled and then shrugged. "Figure out a way to get ahold of him. We could plan out a time to meet up," he mused lightly |
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