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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:37 pm
Bard, I .. *Maggie squeezes his hand in turn, her eyes suddenly very sad. She starts to say something more, but then stops herself with a shake of her head, and just leans forward to kiss him softly*
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:43 pm
* Bard returns the kiss and combs his fingers through her auburn curls* What is it?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:51 pm
*Maggie looks down at their hands, waiting a moment before speaking, scarcely above a whisper* Have ye .. have ye e'er wanted something so badly ... ye were afraid te say it aloud ..? Te e'en allow yerself te think it .. . ?
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:55 pm
* Bard swallows* ... yes... I know what that's like...
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 7:09 pm
*Maggie nods, unable to meet his gaze for another minute yet. She can't even begin to know how to describe how grateful and how grieved she is all at once.*
*When she does lift her head again, there are tears in her eyes. She tries to muster up a smile, but it's bittersweet at best* .. I love ye ...
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 7:12 pm
*Bard rises from his seat and puts his arms around her*
I love you too.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 7:23 pm
*Maggie stands there with him, holding him tightly and resting her head against his chest, until she begins to flicker, and then fades away*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 7:28 pm
*Bard flinches slightly as Maggie disappears. Heaving a sigh, he makes his way shakily to the door and returns to his own time*
**Exit Bard**
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:23 pm
*Gunsinger fades in kneeling.. his coat draped over his knee and half of an arrow clenched in his teeth,,, one end snapped off roughly the other end fletched expertly.. he is in the process of wrapping a bandage around his left wrist.... when he looks up and half frowns at his surroundings...... oh well..... it would just make getting patched up in a timely fashion all that much easier.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:30 pm
Felicity fades in, again at one of the tables near the wall. She appeared to be lost in thought, leaning back in the chair and staring off into space, the deck of cards in her hand as if an afterthought. She blinks after a moment, recognizing the change in scenery, and looks around, sitting up.
"Oh, good afternoon," she says upon seeing Gunsinger. "What happened?" she added, noticing that he seemed to be bandaging something.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:40 pm
*he stands up gingerly putting the coat over his injured arm and dropping the half arrow onto the table.*
Evenin' ma'am. had a run ib with wsime members of a tribe who don't want to relocate...... Wind suddenly shifted tin their favor.....
He grimaces slightly as he looks down at her but makes no noise for the pain as he continues the conversation*
What about you... just another day at the tables I'd imagen?
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:53 pm
"Of course... Not much else really happens for me. That's usually a good thing, though.... Sorry about your run-in," she says, putting her cards in her pocket.
"Have you heard anything new about this place? Just out of curiosity, of course. I haven't been here in a while, but... I had time to think about it a bit..." She shrugged a bit, almost laughing at herself and the absurdity of what she'd come up with. "It doesn't make any sense at all."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:04 pm
This is the first I've been here in a good week and a half
*he looks the arrow and ckllenches his left hand...... it could have been worse... much worse.....*
As for my "run in..." I thank you for your concern... but it was nothing I could nnot handel.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:05 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie flickers in across the room, broom in hand. Realizing she's now sweeping a black void instead of a floor, she lifts her head ... to see two entirely new faces*
Oh, heavens .. ! *she curtsies quickly in greeting* Good morrow, there.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:13 pm
*Gunsinger snaps around at the voice, his revolver springing easily from his holster and pointing the fire arm at the newcomer. it wsan't personal... it was pure conditioned response to being caught unawares in the open..... the hammer is snapped back the instant the weapon is drawn and Gunsinger's red eyes have narrowed to slits*
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