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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 2:36 am
**Enter Bard from Living Quarters/Guest Rooms 11**
*Bard enters the room and heads for the door. He spies a well-dressed stranger reading a letter at one of the tables. He pauses to speak with him.*
Hello.... I don't believe we've met. I'm Bard.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 2:52 am
*Van der Mullen looks up from his letter and spies the tall man speaking to him. The man seems well appointed enough, but his obscenely long hair is quite an affront. Undoubtedly, he thinks, he's an actor. Or a homosexual. But I repeat myself.*
I'm having a stress-related delusion, and you may or may not be real.
*he goes back to reading.*
((sorry, Nyx. I'll notice you in a moment))
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 2:59 am
*Bard raises his eyebrows*
Err... yes. No one's told you about this place, have they? How do I put this... I'm guessing you're a bit early for Cheers....
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:08 am
*sets his letter down with irritation*
If you're a real person, kindly refrain from speaking from me.
*he looks him up and down*
And if you're in my head, kindly refrain from speaking to me.
*he starts to read again*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:16 am
*Bard opens his mouth to say something more, then shuts it. With a shrug, he turns to the door, finds his key and goes back to his own time*
**Exit Bard**
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:20 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:20 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:23 am
*cross appears throwing his arms wide, a tankard in his hand* And the Guy says... "WHAT DOG!?"
*glances about*.... er right..... the'll be waiting on that one I guess... *he tips his hat to Nyx then looks sidelong at the rather aggrivated man in the black coat*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:27 am
*Van der Mullen crinkles the pages of the letter in agitation. He tries hard to ignore this new delusion*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:28 am
::Nyx acknowledged Cross's appearance with a small wave to him, her head still rested on the bar.:: Hello again, Captain. How are you?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:35 am
I'm quite well Lass... and ye'self? And ho there stranger!..... I don't think we've met *he says calling to the dark coated man across the room*
*moves over and makes a bow, doffing his hat* I'm Captain Mercutio Cross of the Ravenwolf, How do ye do.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:45 am
I'm doing alright, 'cept for the massive hangover I'm still trying to shake off. I don't think I'm going to partake in the consumption of anything that contains alchohol again any time soon. ::Nyx shuddered a little at the thought.:: Ick...
::She sat up, turning to look over at Van der Mullen, but didn't say anything to him. He didn't seem very friendly...:: Hmm.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:49 am
*ponders at Nyx's statement "but that was weeks ago.... hmmm.... so this place really has no set time... interestin'"*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:51 am
*With a groan of annoyance, he sets his letter down on the table* Well now, Captain Cross, I'm most grateful you've taken a brief break from raiding Dutch merchant ships to speak with me. At least I'll know when my colleagues commit me to an asylum, they'll be justified in their assessment.
*he rubs his temples*
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 3:57 am
*blinks* oh...er... ye've heard o' me have you? ..well... er.. I'll have you know that each one of them vessels deserved it... Never trust the dutch..... never... one moment ye've signed on as their navigator so you can get the money to take ye're ship back.... and the next you find ye're self marooned on an island surounded by slanty eyed gentleman armed with pointy sticks and pokin' ye in the gullet. *smirks as he remembers how he got out of that mess*.... but... er.... ye've heard o' me?
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