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 Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:07 pm
The host tensed. She couldn't possibly have remembered. She hadn't even seen their faces. And besides, the potion that he'd given her afterwards was twice as strong as it needed to be. There was absolutely no way that Terryn could recall what happened. "Yes, miss?" he asked, in a voice that was neared to a squeak than his own voice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:09 pm
Terryn stood up from her chair, advancing on himi with a half venomous, half curious stare. "You say that not one of the servants know anything about my attack? Even though it was right on the grounds and I had to have been dragged through the manor to be brought to the cellar?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:13 pm
Marcus stood up curiously, and seeing this, the host's hand went instictively to his shoulder. He tried to pass it off as brushing something off of his collar. "None of them have admitted it to me, that much is correct."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:16 pm
"And they did not hear my screaming, which I clearly remember doing, even though if I recall correctly, I was able to hear the porter smash a bottle of wine in there only days ago?" Terryn caught his motion, and most definitely did not pass it off.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:21 pm
"I would not know, miss," the host told her impatiently, frowning. "I was in town on business that day. Any suspects that you do have, however, I would be glad to apprehend." He had begun to sweat, and kept wiping the corner of his mouth.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:23 pm
"Apprehend yourself!" Terryn tore at his sleeve, uncovering his bandaged shoulder. She gasped and stepped back, her eyes wide with hatred. "You..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:33 pm
The host did not know what to do. The servants, befuddled attempted to catch hold of Terryn, but they were too surprised by what happened next. Marcus, unthinking in his surprise and anger, shoved the table forward and set its contents towards the host, and the host found himself being battered by sets of porcelain. Unexpectedly, two lighted candles hit him, and his outermost coat suddenly began to take flame. Marcus hadn't anticipated this. He had as good as burned the man, as good as killed him. Marcus siezed their bags with one hand, Terryn's hand with the other, and ran out of the manor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:37 pm
"Marcus, wait!" As Terryn was being pulled, one of the servants had caught on to her leg and was dragged along. She dug her heel into his face, making him bring his hands instinctively to his eyes to protect them, giving her a second to run out of his grasp. She didn't look back once until she had climbed into the carriage.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:42 pm
The coachman seemed to realize what was going on, and the wheels began to move even before Marcus had shut the door. "I've--I've killed him," he said hollowly, closing his eyes. His breathing was harsh, and it wasn't from the run. "Terryn, I killed him."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:43 pm
"What?" Terryn shook her head, taking his hand and lifting his chin to look at her. "No, no Marcus, you did not kill him. I-I saw a servant throw water at him as we were leaving." Of course, she had seen no such thing, but she did hear someone call for water and she thought that there had been a splash.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:00 pm
Marcus kept his eyes lowered. He kept seeing the host's coat on flames. "You don't know that. He could be dead, or dying. He probably is." He knocked her hands away and buried his face in his hands. "I'll warrent that I could be hung for this."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:03 pm
"No, no you will be fine." Terryn was feeling not well at all. She rubbed his back slowly and tried to breathe steadily. "If anything, it would be seen as self defense, or...or a form of execution. He raped me, and that can be punishable by death as well."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:36 pm
Marcus, growing only more agitated by Terryn's attempts to comfort him, shifted away. "But there is no proof that he raped you. The servants will take his side. Who is there left to believe? Me, a libertine, or you, a to-be spinster with an interest in fencing?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:38 pm
Terryn scoffed. "And here I thought you cared for me. Not just saving your own skin." She pulled away, sliding to the other side of the seat as she tried fruitlessly to hold back her tears.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:50 pm
OOC: Three words: Bonnie and Clyde.
Marcus swore. He probably would have apologized, or made Terryn see reason, if he were not so flustered himself. "Damn you, Terryn, I do care for you, but if you have any sense at all, you will realize that it is not our caring that is at stake! It is our lives! My life, at the very least. And I cannot pretend that I am completely unconcerned about my life! At least you have a future; if all else fails, you can live with your father, or marry Andrew DuBois, or go to an abbey if you so wish. But I! I have no future to think of! If I am tried, I will be hung!"
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