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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 9:52 am
The Study  The study is a beautiful room for academic study and contemplation, and also a place to retreat to when one desires a few moments of solitude and silence.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 6:25 pm
Archer locked the only windows in the room, and exited, scowling at the ugly candle
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:12 pm
Fallen entered the room with a slight stagger, the episode upstairs had made her light-headed even though she hadn't felt it when in the Master's Quarters.
She sat in one of the straight-backed chairs and waited for her nerves to calm and Archer to appear.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 7:55 pm
Archer entered a few minutes late, after waiting for Myrkari. "Whew." He said exhuastedly. "This house is so large, it tired me out earlier, I hope tonights ordeals are through." He sat in a ;unge chair across from her, and looked around. He looked down at his hand and gasped slightly. "Was there blood on the knife's handle?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:00 pm
She rested her head on her hands as she tried to remember, "No.. I'm not sure.. I think there was."
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:03 pm
"Hmm, there must have been, for it got on my hand." He held up his right hand, where there was blood on his fingertips and insides of his fingers. He pulled a second handkerchief out. "Pretty soon I will run out of handkerchiefs, eh?" He laughed rauciously for a moment or two, and wiped his hands clean, and replacing the half-clean handkerchief in his back pocket.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:06 pm
Fallen reached across her hand open to accept something, "Do you mind if I see that hankerchef?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:15 pm
"Not at all." Archer stood, and pulled it out, then a few others. There was a stain on his back pocket, and his other handkerchiefs were messed. "Damnit. Well, here you go anyway." He handed them all to her in a tiny pile in her hand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:20 pm
She examined each closely, looking for a the slightest thing.
"You know what I find interesting is that the blood on this one," she said motioning to the freshest one," is wet.. while the blood on the others.. is flaky yet the same color as the fresh one. Care to explain?" Her words became icy as she stood quickly and ran to the desk and grabbed the knife that she knew resided in one of its drawers. Anger was strongly evident in her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:25 pm
"What? Let me see!" He grabbed the dry handkerchief, and examined it. "This is ridiculous. Someone must have used my handkerchiefs to mop up blood!" He said outraged, and looked even closer, trying to find something to prove his innocence.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:28 pm
Fallen held the blade out in front of her, Ru'ni had taught her how to fight long ago so she knew well enough that she could take Crow's Guard.
"What.. don't see anything to prove me wrong?! You will die... know that Archer." With a grunt she vaulted over the desk and landed right in front of him, upon landing she swept her blade horizontally aimed at his torso.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:37 pm
"Damnit" He said quickly, dropping to a very low crouching position, his pants almost tearing. His handkerchief was cut in two with the slash, and he exhaled deeply, and grabbed at her knee and wrist with two seperate hands. "Halt yourself!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:41 pm
She recognized that... it had been Ru'ni's favorite counter, so naturally she knew how to counter the counter.
In a single strong motion she twirled to her right away from his body and her wrist, and kicked her leg back meaning to hit him in the head.
"Not until you die b*****d!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 8:46 pm
He held his right arm vertically, her kick being blocked by both his shoulder and his wrist. He thought about how she knew that move without being well-versed with Ru-ni's personal style. He had learned barely this and that from his friend, but this girl was good, so he'd have to change his style. He did a personalized move ofgrabbing her belt, shooting his right leg to the right of her left leg, and swinging it left. At the same time, he would grba her other leg, and she would fall face first to the ground. If not, he might be screwed.
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