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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:07 pm
Bugger if I know... I've ne'er met th'bloke. But some fellows just have th' propper affinity for it, y'know.... Not the sort of person o'l Crossey likes to keep his company with, mind, but there are blokes out there what have no compuntion against slittin' a belly or a throat just for th'fun of it.
*cross finishes off his rum and sets the completely empty bottle on the table*
But then I hear tell that he has an out against this establishment..... but thats all I've heard.
*cross glances over to her and, reading the expression on her face changes his tone*
Oh, no worries, love. I've been comeing here sommat regularly... and I've ne'er seen this seraphim... so its like as not he'll avoid ye altogether.
*he smiles beemingly at her*
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:16 pm
"I do know.." Felicity mumbles, frowning slightly at the table.
She looks up at the change of tone, and reluctantly returns the smile.
"I can only hope," she says, shaking her head. "It's nice to know not everyone's being targeted... Wish we knew what the problem really was, though."
She didn't like the idea of someone in the Brink killing others for no apparent reason (other than an alleged 'out against the establishment'), but from the way Cross talked about it, there seemed to be no immediate threat.
She thought for a moment, and then appeared to be about to mention something else, but faded out before she got the chance.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:23 pm
*cross watches her fade out then sighs.... swagggering towards the door. Talking to her was a lot more fun than talking to those monks is going to be.... he honestly hoped that the treasure of the Knights Templar was wrth all this frustration. He selects his key and doesn't even bother looking at the name on it.... he didn't need to be reminded of that now either. he pushes the key into the slot and exits into his own time.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:01 pm
**Enter Maggie, Bard, from Ainsford, 20**
*Maggie fades in, holding on to Bard's hand, as they return from her time. She opens her eyes, confirming they've come back, and immediately turns to make sure Bard's come along with her*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:21 pm
*Bard smiles reassuringly at Maggie, and gives her hand a squeeze*
Here, and in one piece.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:47 pm
*Maggie smiles back at him* Thank ye so much for taking the time with Will. I know it means a great deal te him.
*she pauses then, and adds, still feeling a bit sheepish about it* And I am sorry about Agnes ... truly, I hadna thought her anywhere near the kitchen.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:54 pm
* Bard smiles faintly* If a stranger suddenly appeared in my kitchen, I might be slightly alarmed. In any case, it was clear she meant no harm.
Can I trouble you to get me a glass of water?
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:11 pm
Aye, of course.. *Maggie looks at him in concern, moving quickly to fetch the water for him. She knows he doesn't always react well to visiting her time* Are ye alright, Bard?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:17 pm
I'm okay. I'm fine. * all the same, his legs are starting to tremble*Just a little tired. Need to rest a moment.
*shakily he stumbles over to a chair and heaves himself into it. He shuts his eyes to keep the room from spinning*
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:26 pm
*Maggie fills a glass quickly and hurries back over to him. He may say he's alright, but for a moment there he looked ready to fall over.* Here ye are now .. *she bites her lip, resting her free hand on his shoulder gently*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:31 pm
* Bard reaches out and takes the glass, but his hands are shaking so violently that he nearly drops it. Water spills from the glass as he brings it to his lips. Emptying it in three strong gulps, he sets it on the table and smiles sheepishly*
Thank you.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:02 pm
*Maggie hovers nearby, her worry written all over her face. She brushes his hair back from his forhead gently* Shall I get ye some more?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:13 pm
No, thank you. I'll be fine in a minute. Really. It's just... *he sighs* ... you know...
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:22 pm
Aye .. *Maggie looks away, guiltily, for a moment, and then back.* It pains ye, still ... I'm sorry ..
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:29 pm
* Bard reaches out and grasps her hand* There's nothing at all for you to feel sorry about. This... this is nothing. A little discomfort, that's all.
It's worth it, if it means I can share your life even for a moment.
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