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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:40:48 GMT -5
"Steal his salt wife? And do what with her, just keep her until he notices?" Arania didn't look impressed, but she hadn't any better suggestions. "I like Catherine's idea, and I don't even know the man." "Well, his left one doesn't work anymore," Amelia said, considering it. "To hells with it, let's chop him." She flashed en evil smile at the other two girls, then nodded to the man. |
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 10, 2012 23:42:28 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, sorry. I'll just mosey in then.
Jon walked in, sitting down at a table in the shadows. His eyes narrowed. To accomplish this feat he would need good knowledge of this place and it's workings. His eyes began to sweep around, looking for details, and scoping out patrons methodically.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 10, 2012 23:48:07 GMT -5
Arania looked amused. "So will you handle it personally? You seem to be familiar enough with his..." She stopped, reminding herself not to be antagonistic.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:54:01 GMT -5
Catherine giggled at that. "This explains sooo much, thank you Arania. You are my new best friend."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:57:02 GMT -5
Amelia glared at both girls. "A knee to the groin will work wonders. Now, the plan is made, how many men do you have?" She asked their male companion.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 10, 2012 23:58:31 GMT -5
She smiled at Catherine. "You're welcome." She watched Amelia closely for her reaction, holding in a snicker of her own. She didn't spend much time around girls...strangely they were not so bad as her sisters.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:02:27 GMT -5
"A dozen. More'n enough for him torching our village, I say." Catherine nodded. The man looked at the gorgeous Mallister uncertainly. "I'm not sure we can bring you around..m'lady..." He looked at Ami pleadingly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 0:04:45 GMT -5
"Agreed," Ami said, turning her gaze to Catherine. "Ser Justin would have my head if I let you tag along. He is already angry enough about Blackwall."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:11:12 GMT -5
Catherine looks at Arania and sighs. "Fiiine."
The young man grins at Amelia. "Shall we be off, my lady? He won't stay there forever.'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 0:13:25 GMT -5
"Let us proceed," Amelia says as she rose, holding a hand out to Arania. "Come, my dear. Unless of course you wish to remain here, where it is safe."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:29:24 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, sorry. I'll just mosey in then. Jon walked in, sitting down at a table in the shadows. His eyes narrowed. To accomplish this feat he would need good knowledge of this place and it's workings. His eyes began to sweep around, looking for details, and scoping out patrons methodically. The bar is fairly typical; barrels in the back, crowded with nobles who are generally being peaceful; the rowdy quickly ejected by the huge guard. There is one long bar behind which all the drinks are stored, wenches serving to the gatherers at the individual tables. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:33:09 GMT -5
Catherine's mouth puckers out to the side in annoyance as the Oldtown girl is invited to the party.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 6:31:41 GMT -5
"Not so well; we only just got here ourselves," the one on the right says. He does an obligatory sweep with his eyes of the attractive Ironborn girl and the widowed lion, as does his friend, although his friend is a bit less courteous on the whole affair. "I'm Kal, and my rather forward friend here is Fyodor." He's not a large man, but handsome enough, with straight, even teeth and a cleft chin, along with a warrior's athletic build. "And I find it very strange I do not already know the names of two ladies as lovely as yourselves." "I'm Reyna," she said. "And my friend is Dawn. But why should you know us? This is my first visit to this place and I haven't travelled much at all." OOC - sorry, forgot this one! Kal speaks very correctly. "I consider it my personal business to know every beautiful woman in Westeros, regardless of kingdom. Fyodor here, now, he spends too much time at sea to worry about matters such as that." Fyodor just rolls his eyes. "My lady Reyna, the first thing you must know about our dear friend here is that he is utterly, completely, irredeemably full of lies and nonsense." Dawn giggles at that, then reaches out a hand to pat Kal's. Reyna may quickly realize this is probably Fyodor Dustin, commander of the north's western fleet. |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 7:05:54 GMT -5
Reyna smiled at the two men.
"Oh, well, I shall have to be sure not to believe anything Kal says. But how can I be sure that you are telling me the truth, Fyodor?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 7:28:35 GMT -5
"It's so true he isn't even bothering to try denying it." Fyodor gestures at the smiling warrior. Kal nods, with an exaggerated motion.
"All snarks and grumkins, here. Nary a true word spoken, save about a lady's beauty." Dawn giggles.
''See, Reyna, aren't there just delightful companions to be had?" A server brings four more drinks.
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