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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:37:39 GMT -5
Arania isn't actually facing the men as they speak, and she hears clanging, grunting, and swearing as the storied warriors and legendary blades clash together, time and again, for the second time in their long history. In her mind she sees leaps and twirls and fancy footwork, but as finally a bloodied Kal Stark falls into her field of vision, then rises and fights the Sword of the Morning, she realizes that it is nothing like that at all. It is brutal, efficient, unconscious for the two, almost. They stumble back out of her field of vision, and it seems an hour later when at last an arm reaches down and rolls her over, and she looks into the sweaty and bloodstained face of Kal Stark.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 22:44:59 GMT -5
She didn't know which one it was. The one who wanted to "clean up" after Frances, or the fiddler...she hoped for the fiddler, though none of the three men seemed to be very savory characters. "Which one...?" her voice seemed almost back to normal. She wiggled her big toe.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:47:17 GMT -5
"I'm Kal Stark. Now...who the hell are you?" as Arania looks around, she sees the lifeless body of Markus Dayne laying on the grass.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 22:49:58 GMT -5
She managed to get her hands under her and prop herself up. "A-Arania Hightower." She tongued the place where he had pried the molar from her mouth and shuddered. It was a raw, open mess. "Gods, I'm stupid."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:51:58 GMT -5
"What," he pants, "the fuck is going on?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 22:55:00 GMT -5
She glared at him. "I could ask you the same question." She wiped at some of the blood on her face. "He was so nice, until he started prying my teeth out."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 22:59:16 GMT -5
"Right, sorry for saving your ass and then daring to ask a question." She sees he looks hurt pretty badly himself. "All I know is I just got into a death brawl with the Sword of the Morning. I won, which is, well, fortunate, but...damn." He leaned back.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 23:03:44 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, it's just been...what is it, twice in a week? I'm never leaving the Hightower again." She looked at him more closely. "A-Are you alright?" She pushed herself to her knees and leaned over him. It seemed she was regaining control of herself more quickly than she had thought.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 23:15:03 GMT -5
"You're the one who got kidnapped with Amelia Royce? You have had a bad week." He looks at her bloody face and chuckles at her concern for him. "I'm fine, mostly. We have to get out of here, though; Dornishman are going to want us dead now." He rises and lifts her up with him. "Can you run?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 23:21:33 GMT -5
She struggled to her feet, her hands in his. "Probably. Where will we run to?" She stared at the body of the purple knight on the ground. "The Sword of the Morning..." she murmured, stunned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 23:26:10 GMT -5
"Well, not anymore." He turns to her. "Well, I'm staying pretty far outside the camps; hard place to find, but...Frances will have the Dornish ready to kill us both soon. Bryce Dayne won't forget this." He runs a blood-stained hand through his hair unconsciously. "Do you know anywhere we can lay low?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 23:34:29 GMT -5
Arania shivered when he mentioned Lord Dayne. "I don't know." She mentally went through the roster of people she had met since she came to Mason's Keep. "Of course my father is out of the question. Perhaps..." She bit her lip. "Perhaps Lord Bolton?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 23:37:27 GMT -5
Kal looks pained. "Oh, he will never let me forget this one." He takes her hand and quickly leads her to the north camp.
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