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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:51 am
I dinna think there are any others who come here, save for Tavin's children when they were younger ... but e'en that was only briefly.
I hope he'll be safe when he is here ... *And when he is not, she thinks inwardly*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:52 am
*Luke makes a small derogatory noise. There's a lot he could say, instead he just says.*
Well, let's hope he doesn't come here too often.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:56 am
Aye ... *Maggie says, though she doesn't sound entirely certain about it. She looks off at some point in the distance for a brief moment, then turns her attention back to Luke, realizing he hadn't a chance to answer her question earlier*
Well, but how are ye Luke?
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:06 am
You mean, when I'm not corrupting innocent nine-year-olds with the evils of alcohol or cleaning up battle wounds? *Luke smiles but it's not full-fledged. In fact, it's a little forced, when he says* I'm not bad. Causing trouble where I can ... trying not to get caught...
*It's amazing how Luke finds himself now thinking of a myriad of things that he'd successfully tucked away. Chief among them, Kara and the bomb she dropped on him weeks ago. He still hadn't seen her yet...And who knows how long it's been for her.*
*The kid. That must have been what made him think about it the minute things got quiet.*
*Luke tried not to think about it.* How bout you? How's life in the 1500's?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:11 am
Oh, 'tis well enough, I thank ye. *Maggie pauses and scoops up the shirt she'd dropped when she first came in. She sighs at the torn fabric with a mix of motherly fondness and concern* Just seeing te mending up the damage of another of Will's scrapes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:14 am
*Luke tries to stay normal at the mention of yet another little kid. But he can feel his face either paling or warming. He's not sure.*
Oh yeah? *Even though Maggie basically told him, he asks on auto-pilot.* How's he doing?
*Then, the Brink sends him home before Maggie can answer.*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:18 am
He's -- *Maggie starts to answer, but then Luke is gone as well* Oh ... farewell, Luke.
*She looks around the now empty bar, Luke's mention of battle wounds drifting to the front of her mind* I daresay I'd better see how he's doing, *she murmers to herself, and starts to make her way down the hall. Once again though, she fades out before she can get there*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:36 pm
**Enter Melliandra**
*Mell strolls in from thin air, whistling a jaunty tune. She pauses and plants her hands on her hips* Well, well, well ... *Her eyes scan the room. There are no other people around to entertain her, but her eyes settle on the next best thing - a weapon* What have we here?
*She scoops up the battered old sword and gives it a once over*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:58 pm
**Enter Hajime**
*Hajime enters with pacing sideways as though circling an enemy. Her sword is drawn and covered with blood and her clothes are stained and torn at the hem. She edges around the table, her battle instincts still raging, but at the same time she realizes she has been afforded a respite for a few brief moments*
*she eyes Melliandra. She has seen this one before, and she was most intrigued by her. Not wishing to be rude, she straightens and apologizes for her second appearance*
Please forgive this unworthy person's intrusion and her poor manners.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:04 pm
*Melli lifts an eyebrow as she eyes Hajime up and down. She taps her chin thoughtfully* Now why should I?
Here I was, minding my own business, and you have the absolute gall to appear without even the slightest warning! And covered with dirt and sweat and blood .. *she crinkles her nose up in distaste* Really, I'm appalled.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:19 pm
*Hajime listens to the woman's words without feeling much of anything. She answers in subdued tones*
This unworthy person's blade is already exposed...
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:27 pm
*Melli chuckles, glancing down at the sword in her hand as she swings it idly, her own still sheathed at her hip* This entirely worthy, not-even-remotely humble person sees that.
She wonders, only, why she should find that of the slightest concern . . ? Surely you don't think yourself capable ... or, gods forbid, skilled. *she slides her gaze back over, her smirk spreading*
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:41 pm
*Hajime paces sideways*
This humble person has no need to think on such things. They are integral to her person as her blade is an extension of her will.
She wonders do all people with sour milk skin speak so much and act so little?
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:17 pm
You know, *she continues conversationally, resting the old sword on a tabletop* Unfortunately, most of them do. Pity, isn't it?
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:22 pm
*Hajime makes and indifferent gesture* It is they who must live with themselves. Perhaps they will live longer.
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