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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 5:57 pm
OOC: I'm assuming that real head case is me. ^_^"
Leana was in a bit of a daze for a second, hearing someone shouting nearby and then footsteps running past her. Things were spinning, and then she finally sat up, rubbing her head.
"Ow..." she moaned. "I really need to work on that..."
She stood up and looked down the road at where the bandits had been and where she'd assumed that person had run to. Why were they going back?
Curiosity got the better of her, and she soon followed. Her head was still throbbing greatly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:03 pm
Letalus walked faster at the sight of Merro running towards him. Before she could run past him to retrieve her sword, he took hold of her, again placing a firm grip on both of her shoulders. Her proximity cleared his head, he discovered, freed him to think, and the dim grey of his eyes lightened and became more human as they peered down into her face.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:13 pm
"Oi~!" he yelled towards her direction.
Help.. or Cut and Run.
Normally this was the kind of thing that Tomlin had to deal with daily.. but today, fate decided for him.
"Looks like he got there first.." he said with a smirk. Pulling the horse sideways, he slid off the horse, and tied it to a tree. He surveyed the area as the two seemed to be talking, making note that most of the brigands that were left seemed to be scurrying back into the forest, or gathering their fallen comrades.
"Wretches.." he said as he spat in their general direction. "Nothing but bottom feeding scum."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:16 pm
Deja vu. Merro wondered where this concern for her person was coming from, and then frowned as it occured to her that Letalus was likely afraid of her father's anger should his pawn in the marriage game be devalued by any unattractive scars.
"I'm fine," she snapped, and wrenched away to continue after her sword, mincing carefully around the scattered bodies that remained and wondering if she ought to have been more polite to someone who could do this sort of damage. She tucked the blade down into her belt in a show of ownership and began walking back to the enigmatic man whom she knew by sight and didn't know at all.
Now that the fight - and life in most cases - had gone out of the bandit gang, Merro began to wonder about the stranger who had come riding into their midst to aid them. Who was this strange stranger?
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:56 am
As Merro & Letalus shared their small passing of words, the brush that Merro's sword was laying so unassumingly by began to shift softly, a few leaves gliding to the soft grass.
Could it be the wind? Or was it something living?
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 5:36 am
Letalus opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with anything constructive or helpful to say to Merro in response. He felt some small amount of annoyance, which was particularly confusing as his usual range of emotions was anywhere between self-loathing despair and bored apathy. Since picking her up at the jail, he'd felt and thought more than he had in a long time. What was it about this girl that...
His train of thought was interrupted by the strong sensation of someone watching him. Instinctually, he snapped his head to the direction of the presence, but as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone. Still, he narrowed his eyes and stared through the brush, searching for someone...and when he found nothing, turned back to Merro, who was already well-ahead of him and heading towards that other man.
Letalus busied himself with cleaning off his bloody sword, keeping a good eye on the stranger should he try to make off with Merro again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:07 am
Merro slowed as she ploughed through the high grass towards the stranger and then finally paused and looked back at Letalus. He wasn't exactly a friend and ally, as his ultimate goal was to deliver her to her father's clutches, but at least she knew that he intended to deliver her to her father alive and unscarred. Perhaps that translated into...into...something.
Generally when a young girl grows up unloved by and unable to love those who are expected by custom to nurture that precious emotion in her, she finds other outlets for those frustrated emotions. She finds companionship in a kitchen cat, perhaps, and friendship and amusement with the servants. She confides her secrets to her personal maid, and knows that no matter what, her faithful hound at least will always look upon her with quiet affection. And as the years go by, chance blesses her with frequent meetings with a young woman of suitable age and rank to become her best friend, or occassional glances exchanged with a young man of suitable age and rank to become the stuff of dreams and gauzy hopes.
Merro had none of these. She had never known her mother and never been able to respect, much less love, her father. She had no siblings and no pets, and the servants were too fearful of her father to be trusted. Merro's own lamentable personality - and the admittedly giddy and shallow characters of the highborn young ladies in her father's circle - put the possibility of developing an open and caring friendship among her equals out of the picture as well. And so she glanced back hesitantly at Letalus and mentally danced around the idea that she might trust him without really being able to put it in such concrete terms.
It just floated around nebulously as Letalus > strange guy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 11:52 am
As Merro closed in towards the thick brush, she could see a small nose and wispy whiskers shuffling in the over growth. Every so often she would see a streak of white pass by some of the denser foliage. A soft chuckling noise seemed to be originating from this "thing" in the bushes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:14 pm
Leana stopped when she had heard voices, but was curious when they stopped. All of what had gone on here had seemed suspicious. Why did the bandits target these people? Usually bandits went after people who had some valuables on them, at least. These people looked pretty ordinary to her...or at least from what she'd seen so far.
She decided to let herself be known. Enemies to bandits were friends to her.
She went to run out to greet them, but as soon as she came within sight of them, she tripped on a tree root that had been sticking up from the ground. She landed face first in the dirt and skidded a bit.
Feeling humiliated now, and probably red in the face, Leana laid there, afraid to move.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:08 pm
Konami Shojou Letalus opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with anything constructive or helpful to say to Merro in response. He felt some small amount of annoyance, which was particularly confusing as his usual range of emotions was anywhere between self-loathing despair and bored apathy. Since picking her up at the jail, he'd felt and thought more than he had in a long time. What was it about this girl that...
His train of thought was interrupted by the strong sensation of someone watching him. Instinctually, he snapped his head to the direction of the presence, but as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone. Still, he narrowed his eyes and stared through the brush, searching for someone...and when he found nothing, turned back to Merro, who was already well-ahead of him and heading towards that other man.
Letalus busied himself with cleaning off his bloody sword, keeping a good eye on the stranger should he try to make off with Merro again. " Keep your eye on the prize boy. If I wanted her, she would be gone." he said as he took the long blade out of the small hilt on his belt. Pulling a loose cloth from his pocket, he quickly cleaned the blood off of it and replaced it. " Name is Tomlin. I expect you were on your way on when this group of hooligans came after ye. They tend to prey on those who they think are easy... " he trailed, noting that several times there was a noise in the bushes. He turned his good ear towards them, catching a blur out of the corner of his eye. The blur hit the ground as quick as it came from the edge of the trees, and he scratched his head. Was this person just clumsy, or distracting them? He wasn't sure... but his fingers seemed to slide up to his daggers as if by gut instict anyway. " Hold.." he said as the two approached him. " Come out of the bush, or ye will find my points at your sides.." he said, his arm sliding back into the side of his coat to reveal a compliment of throwing knives dangling on small loops on the interior of his leather coat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:12 pm
Leana slowly got up, feeling horrible. She dusted herself off quickly. She'd seen his weapons but hadn't given them much care.
"Forgive me." she said, finally looking up at them. "But one of you threw a bandit on my head and I got caught up in this mess too."
She frowned at them, wondering just HOW a bandit had been thrown, and just WHO may have done it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:32 pm
The shuffling in the brush became silent as the small nose made motions of taking in the smells of it's surroundings. A small figure emerged slowly from behind the leaves, revealing it's self to be a small lengthy animal. At first glance one would assume it to be a mere rodent. But as the little creature made it's way towards to one who beckoned it to come into view, it was made clear that this being was a black and white patterned ferret, a weasel of sorts.
"Dook, dook?" It chirped, showing the man called Tomlin a curious and bedazzled look. It's tail appeared feathered out, resembling that of a spooked cat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 3:53 am
Taylor_Calastadd Leana slowly got up, feeling horrible. She dusted herself off quickly. She'd seen his weapons but hadn't given them much care.
"Forgive me." she said, finally looking up at them. "But one of you threw a bandit on my head and I got caught up in this mess too."
She frowned at them, wondering just HOW a bandit had been thrown, and just WHO may have done it. " That'd have been this man, I suppose." Tomlin said to the girl, looking down at the small ferret simultaniously. " I can gather that you were bothered as well?" he said, pulling out what looked like a piece of jerky from a pouch in his pocket. He took a bite of it, leaning down to allow the animal to sniff it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 4:30 am
Leana looked at the ferret, and then to the jerky. Suddenly she was very hungry, but refrained from saying it.
She instead looked at the other man. He certainly looked like he could've thrown a bandit clear into the air.
"Well...may I ask why there were bandits attacking you?" she asked, getting some more dirt out of her bright red hair, yet at the same time, observing them to see if they had any riches she could steal.
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