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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:30 pm
:::Kara appears sprawled out on a table somewhere behind Cross. She's having her scalp massaged, and being rather audible about enjoying it...though she stops when she doesn't feel it anymore:::
:::She looks up::: hm..? Uhg...! This place always takes me out when I'm enjoying myself. :::She huffs, and plops down once more before eventually sliding of the talbe. Then she sees who's at the bar...:::
Well, well, well...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:36 pm
*Cross sniffs* well well indeed a mature wo* he stops as he turns* alright... not so mature... er right *looks her up and down... * and seemin'ly missin' th' better part o' yer gown.. *takes a long drought of rum*... right then * he stands and bows* Captain Mercutio Cross at your service* he streightens* and from th' sounds of it ye've ben here before.... can I get you a drink miss...?
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:42 pm
:::She saunters closer, smiling as she drawns nearer:::
Yes... I'll have what you're having...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:45 pm
er... *looks at the bottle somewhat dismayed..* right then... *he then pours her out a shot and hands it to her* there ye go lass
*he smiles his regular cross grin, but something just feels.... off about this person.... and she looks damnaby familiar..*
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:52 pm
:::Ok, this can't be worse than what Bard gave me... She looks at it carefuly, wondering why the hell he only gave her an ounce, and an itty bitty glass. She looked up at him, and noticed him swigging it rather comfortably. Without hesitation, she lifts the glass and swallows all of it. Her throat suddenly burns, and she can't hold her composure anymore...she's trying really hard though...:::
:::She coughs with her mouth closed::: Hmh! Hmh...! Mm...uuhg. Wheeell... That's just a little stronger than I expected.
:::She blinks widely, and pulls herself together with a smack of the lips:::
You're world has very strong liquor, Cross.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:57 pm
Captain Cross, if ye will. And there is nothing so fine, milady, as good rum, particularly when in good company.. *he studies her features... they certainly did remind him of someone but she said "his world" he shakes his head and sits down on a stool* pardon me for askin' lass *he says.. his head cocked to the side as he eyes her monocularly* but have we met?
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:05 pm
:::She smirks:::
I highly doubt it Captain Cross...otherwise you would have called me Princess Kara by now...
:::Whooh...that was really strong stuff... She started to feel herself get warm:::
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:09 pm
*Cross looks her up and down and takes a drink* Hardly lass as in order for me to call ye by your name, I'd firstly need to have said name, and in order to address ye as royalty I'd have had to be privy to said information, of course in most princess's cases ye've got yer jewls and bangles and th'like ,but if ye're a princess then I'd have t'say ye're th poorest one I've e'er seen... *he pauses* you wern't robbed were you?
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:13 pm
poor...?
:::The concept lost all monetary value to her people...since there was no such thing as money. All it meant was misfortune:::
Heh...! Hardly. :::And what the heck is being robbed..?:::
:::The rum was starting to do its magic::: And...hehe...they were right when they said you can't understand a thing you say...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:16 pm
ahhh thats because inorder t'understand me ye'd have t'be listenin' t'me savy? and when I say poor I mean where are yer luxurious gowns your coronettes and yer fancy jewls.... I'd expect velvets and silks... but ye look little fairer than a streat urchin. Though, I'll admit ye smell a fair deal better*
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:20 pm
:::She had no idea what all gowns and coronettes were, but she was starting to understand contextually:::
You people... :::She wiggles her midrif over to be closer to him::: ...have such a thing for clothes... :::She felt light headed::: My...people live in...the desert...
:::She puts her hands on his coat, not really aware of what she's doing. It's just...what she does:::
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:26 pm
*looks down at her and raises an eyebrow*... do ye often touch people and stand scandelessly close in the desert? he brings a hand up as if aabout to carress her face.. then promptly plants it onto the top of her head and pushes her down onto the stool behind her* do as ye like lass, but remember... ye may be a princess, *he takes a drink of rum* but every captain's a King! he then pops out.. his words hanging on the air*
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 2:38 pm
:::She's surprised to find herself seated again, she sort of forgets how it happens, so she gets back up. But when she reaches for him again...he's not there. Kara is confused a moment more, and she sits herself back down, holding her head:::
:::she's not so much in pain as just really warm and tired, and a little out of it:::
Nn...
:::Before long had passed Kara faded away:::
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 3:56 pm
::Nyx faded in. She was on her hands and knees, her face lowered close to the floor.:: Where the ******** did it go... oh... oh. ::She blinked, moving herself into a sitting position. She rested her left hand in her lap and studied her ring finger, which had a very distinct mark where her ring was supposed to be.::
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 12:20 am
Vince appeared in his usual place and manner, his wings folding neatly, and his wing of shadows disappearing. e ran a hand through his brown beard, fixing it. It was rather neat and short for such a gruff man. He looked at the end of the bar through his sunglasses, and lit a cigarette, twiddling his lighter in his free hand.
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