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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:17 pm
*her face burns red* I . . I believe ye must have the wrong impression, sir!
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:20 pm
*Bard's grip on the bottle tightens* Now, see here Mr. Cross or whoever you are.... I think you're making a rather large mistake
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:21 pm
:::Cora looked around wide eyed...brothel? What in the world is that? What was that crack about gentle women...? She just shook her head, too confused to say anything:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:21 pm
*raises an eyebrow* what you don't have a name? thats too bad.. pretty lass like yourself... it must be tiresome to be refered to as "Wench" day in and day out.... come now.. a name is all I'm asking... you're not the one who made refrences to being some manner of strumpet... *Cross turns to Cora* not that I'm complaining *he winks and flashes a smile*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:24 pm
:::He's friendly...at least he hasn't tried to kill me yet. Cora is simply too unknowledable to understand the body language Mercrutio is really implying:::
:::she smiles back:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:25 pm
*Bard frowns* Now see here... *he puts his hand on Cross's shoulder*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:26 pm
*stammers, both irritated and embarrassed now* 'Tis . . .'tis Margaret Dowling, and. . . and . . . I'll thank ye na' te call me 'Wench' at all! And ye misunderstand Cora - she's a verra respectable lady!
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:28 pm
:::Wait, when did he imply that I am not repsectable? Her smile turns to a very confused, bordering on wary look...everyone here does seem to be a little upset at his manners:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:28 pm
::Nyx snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter at this Cross fellow's behavior, and the reaction it got from the others.::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:29 pm
*Cross takes a drink of rum and turns to bard* oh.. you're still here.... *he looks him over*... expecting a little something I'd wager... very well *he reaches into a pocket and holds out a silver coin* and not a pence more.... *he looks up at him again...* funny ol'Thatch hiring new help like this.... especially a server so tall as yourself.. *he clucks his tounge*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:29 pm
"I'll say Mr....Cross. If you disrespect either of these women once more I'll be foreced to break a bone or two, dozen that is. Where I'm from it just isn't done, without...consequences."
*His right hand was in his coat, behind his back, tightly gripping the mace that was in the sling that he wore.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:35 pm
((Tac, remember, no weapons in the Brink))
*Bard stares at the coin in his hand, dumbstruck. The date on the coin reads 1698*
1698... you're from 1698?
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:36 pm
((Weapons are allowed, killing is frowned upon. I can even quote where it says so 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:37 pm
:::The mood had changed very suddenly, she noticed it when she heard the tone of Aetas' voice:::
:::She moved towards Maggie and whispered in her ear:::
What's going on around here...?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:39 pm
*pauses as Bard announces the date on the coin, realizing this is likely the closest anybody else has come to being from her time, thus far*
*still flustered, whispers back to Cora*
He . . . he thinks ye're . . . that ye're a woman of questionable virtue!
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