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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:15 pm
*frowns, following Bard's gaze to where Cora and Cross are standing, hoping it doesn't come down to an altercation*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:22 pm
I see *looks about* well thankfully theres no... er... whats a brink of... whathaveyou..? *he peers at her...unconsiously rubbing his right wrist with his left arm*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:25 pm
The Brink of Time :::She clarifies:::
Ah...yes, no ne has explained it to you yet. Citizen Mercutio, you have been transported from your home and your time to this place, the Brink. Here there is no time. Many individuals from other times and places come and go from here regularly. You are now one of them. Welcome, may this be like a home to you as it has for me.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:29 pm
*watches to see how Cross reacts to Cora's explanation, doubting he'll believe it*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:29 pm
*Aetas sits at his table, eyes trained on Cora, but speaking to Mr. Cross, his avatar's law enforcement background seeping through.*
"You seem nervous Mr. Cross. Idle hand motions, shiftiness, and changing the subject. Have something you'd like to say?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:30 pm
so... this tavern... is called the brink.... and people come in here at all sorts of times? *He cocks his head to the side, his mustaches twitching.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:33 pm
:::Aetas was right...the gentlman had acted shifty...she was suspicious...she took a good look at him:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:35 pm
Sooner or Later, Mr. Cross, you're bound to see someone fade in or ou..... *Bard fades out at just that moment*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:38 pm
er... riht... well this has al been rather fun but I think I'll be on my way.. er... do say heelo to ol' thatch provided this is his bar? if not, I duely apologise, send the bill to Captain Merccutio Cross.... or rather. send it to Ol' thatch himself... like I said... *he begins backing out from behind the bar then he sees bard vanish*... well I'll be buggerd! that is good rum! *and he vanishes himself*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:42 pm
*can't help but quirk a smile at the timing of Bard's disappearance, but quickly turns her attention back in front of her as Cross reacts to Cora and Tac's questioning*
Oh dear . . .
*then lets out a relieved breath as he vanishes*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:43 pm
:: razz erhaps he was drunk, perhaps he was unnerved at the new surroundings...but he was acting suspicious::
Wait right there, sir. I don't think you understand where you are. :::She raises an eyebrow::: You appear uneasy Citizen Mercucio...is everything nominal?
:::But as soon as she finished the words, he was gone:::
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:43 pm
"Oh yes, and this is sooo not suspiscious."
*He is slightly disappointed to see him disappear as he took his eyes off Cora.*
"AAWW! I wanted to see Cora kick his a**! Er, ahem, um, I mean...hell, I wanted to see it....Suspiscious motions, so called captain in the 1700s, shifty nature. I'd say pirate. Either that or just another type of common criminal."
*He let out a sigh, pulling himself back to look at Cora.*
"You ready to go?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:49 pm
:::Cora nodded:::
I believe the weapon you gave me last night will be in my room...allow me to retrieve it.
:::She looked over at Maggie:::
Wish me luck, my friend. I fear that I am about to embark on a journey that will cause me much trouble. But do not worry, I will return safely.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:52 pm
*looks back towards Cora with some alarm* Good heavens, Cora, are ye certain ye- *cuts herself off, seeing the expression on her face, and realizes that whatever it is, she's determined to go*
*nods once, but looks quite worried* Godspeed te ye then. And . . . be careful.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:54 pm
"Please hurry Cora."
*He slowly stood and started towards the bar, intent on finding a bottle of tequila, he'd need it.*
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