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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:29 pm
Melanie returned the glare to the woman who stood infront of her, then rested her hand on her hip and tilted her head.
"Who do you think runs this inn??!!!!??!" She motioned around her angrily, nearly knocking Storm in the face with the empty mugs in her hand.
"I am the innkeeper, or whatever it is you....pirates....call this place." She rolled her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:34 pm
Storm cocked a white eyebrow, and turned to face the annoying intrusion more fully.
"So we surmised, innkeep. I was asking for your name, not your profession."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:44 pm
"Oh."She straightened up, trying to surpress the rose color that was rising to her cheeks from embarassment.
"My name's Melanie Doogle."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:49 pm
Storm smiled brightly, her teeth white in her ebony skin.
"Miss Doogle, kindly leave us be; no one works for you here, and no one asked for a refile."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:57 pm
"I don't care if no one 'asked for a refill'." Then she pointed at the girl. "That girl your captain is speaking too works here. And she needs to get back to work."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 4:29 pm
Storm felt her short patience draining away, only to be returned by her sharp and volatile anger.
"You don't know who I am? You don't know who any of us are, do you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 4:36 pm
"No. I don't. And frankly, I don't care." Melanie said as she tried to remember where she had left her pistol and cutlass. 'Bloody...' she thought to herself as she realized that both were sitting behind the counter.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:13 pm
Storm's anger was gone as quickly as it'd come. Such was the capricious nature of the drow.
"Oh, but you should. We're the mostly mortal gods of pirates. If we say jump, the pirates jump."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:27 pm
"Really?" She said with false interest and was about to grab the waitress, when she thought of something. "If your the 'mortal gods of the pirates', then why don't you tell them-" she motioned towards Jack and his crew who were talking with the waitress-"to give her back to me?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:56 pm
Storm laughed, and it was a light and merry sound.
"Whatever for? THose who have power have no need to prove it."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:16 pm
Melanie suddenly turned and stormed off angrily towards the counter, then set the mugs down with a loud bang, then stormed back towards Storm. She only stopped to say beside Storm to say "fine then!" before taking her mug and everyone else's half finished mug. She smirked at Storm before dumping the ale onto the ground.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:30 pm
Storm cocked an eyebrow again, and glanced down at the spilled ale.
"First of all, you just proved my point. Secondly, we're not going to pay for that, any of it. Third, you've just wasted your wares. Finally..."
She reached into what might've been thin air and withdrew a frothing mug full of some, bubbling maroon liquid.
"Us being here is a curtsy, nothing more. Care for some dragon ale? It's only poisonous to humans in moderate quantities."
Storm proffered the mug of the maroon liquid cheerfully.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:10 pm
Melanie gawked at the air that Storm had turned into ale. "How did she do that?" She thought to herself in both amazement and annoyance. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she smirked sarcastically at Storm. "No thank you." She started to wipe the table near Storm with a cloth as she stared at the waitress. "Look, she needs to get back to work wiping down the tables so I clean the mugs, ok?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 8:18 pm
Storm glanced over at the waitress in question; she took her time and enjoyed a long draw on her ale. She smied slowly, and shook her head.
"No, I don't think so."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:45 am
Melanie scrubbed the table even harder, the wooden table top almost becoming splintered under the pressure of the rag. Under normal circumstances, Melanie wouldn't be this persistant-or annoyed-but rather she would just walk away and charge them extra. "Hmph." Melanie sighed loudly, taking moments to glare at Storm. When Melanie looked down at the table, she blinked at the almost splintered wood and quickly stood up, hesitantly picking up her skirt which revealed a scar of where a brand had been placed on her left ankle. The shape of the brand was a capital 'P'.
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