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 Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 8:21 pm
"Whups! 'Scuze me!"
Goblin slides out of her seat, races over to the fireplace, and snatches up the gold coins
"Ha ha! There'll be milk today after all!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 8:46 pm
Jill blinks, stunned for a rew seconds, before laughing and sits back down on her stool
"Glad it could be of use to someone"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:48 am
Red Hand Jill "why's it locked?" Jill asks pensively. "why not just ask fer a room that's not locked?" she goes to gather the coins, but moves in a slow manner to see if John changes his mind.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:57 pm
Jazelle walked into the pub the next morning, all smiles. If there was one person who was half decent in the morning it was Jazelle. She paused when she saw no visible person in the room. “…no one home?” She asked herself with a slight smile.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:35 pm
...just then the lump in the carpet swells up, shifts aside and the hagered face of John Bellamy emerges from beneath.
"Aye...aye...erh...G'mornin'...It's Jazelle, in't' it?"
He asks before rising from his make-shift bed, leaving it in a crumpled heap, and sitting down on a near-by table.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:12 pm
Taipa awakes, realizing that she'd passed out before answering Goblin's question. She looks at the crane, which she inadvertently smashed as she fell asleep. It reminds her of her mother, but that is a memory that she treasures, not one that haunts her dreams at night.
She slept well last night for some reason, something that has not happened in months. It's as though she is getting closer to what she seeks.
"But what IS it that I seek?"
Se stirs, checking her weapons and effects, and looks around for the woman she was talking to the night before.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:01 pm
Jazelle jumped upon seeing the man come out of the carpet. "Aye...but call me Ash-eye, or Deschain. Jazelle isn't really a pirate-y type name...now the name of a seductress, per'aps, but that I'm not." She laughed lightly. "Now there, John, what might ye be doin' under the rug?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 9:22 pm
TABThe door slamed open suddenly behind and the presence of such a sound filling the dead and sleeply room was alien. The morning sun beat brutalily down at the dried up town and down the street turning the dusty stones gold. It treaveled pass the door frame blinding those inside and in it's center stood an arched form, one hand clenching at the door frame and one resting on the hilt of a sword that glittered like stars in the light.
TABThe figure wobbled into the pub letting the door slide slowly close agesnt to hold of her hand, however not allowing it to close behind. Now in the accustumed dim it was clear who the barger was, the Governor. She looked rather clean for her normal self, or at least to those who studied her for the short time to call it normal. Now it was ever more clear that the beard once worn by a real man was not to her face as the sun bleach sandy hair floatly fairly atop the tanned face.
TABShe wore less clothes, indeed, that the only thing covering her bod was the now white blouse and her breeches. Angevin's ancles were now cover with the shelter of long folded boots. However it only made clearer the weapons she held close to her, a jewel incusted sword and an old rusty pistol sticking out at her side.
TABSlowly a small figure slipped throught the held opening and once inside her mother let the door fall to where it sought safe. The child took a look around, rather calm, and took a seat on a broken chair by the door, all the while sucking on her fingers. Angevin strode across thee room taking long wide steps and when she met with the empty table kicked it so that it turned to it's side. The loose drit below it rose forming a small cloud that soon fell back to scatter about.
TAB"I 'avn't keeled anyzime IN MONTHS!" The angered pirate drew her sword and shot it so like an arrow and it embedded into the wooden surface of the table. "I 'avn't ZRUNK anyzhin' een a WEEK!" She pulled the sword out along with a few splinters that flew about in the air. "Ze island ees zead an'-" The Governor bent down dropping the sword at her feet and lifted the table as high as she could. The table crashed on the wall into a mess of planks and sticks. The child cooed in her corner.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 11:00 am
Jazelle blinked at the thrown table and nimbly side stepped so it could hit teh wall behind her. She turned to the governess. "Dead?" She pinched herself. "I believe I'm a long way from that." She laughed slightly then took a step towards her. "Things'll pick up soon, m'am. You just have to be patient and do what you've always done. That alone will bring them back, no?" She paused a moment. "May I propose a bit of a game...with swords? Maybe a tournament....whoever wins get's their own ship, or sommat? We can advertise everywhere in the land!" she said enthusiastically.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 11:41 am
TAB"What's good a zhip wit' no crwe, eh? Eitherwise I wood 'ave 'ad one a loong zime ago an' gone far from ziz island as I cun." Angevin bent down to pick up the sword and sleathed it. She slowly turned and took tableless chair. The pirate leaned back with her toes in the air and her heals on the ground. The small child got up and sat on the ground beside her.
TAB"Zhere are zoo many zhings 'oldin' me zown anyways."
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:17 pm
Enub!a "Aye...but call me Ash-eye, or Deschain. Jazelle isn't really a pirate-y type name...now the name of a seductress, per'aps, but that I'm not." She laughed lightly. "Now there, John, what might ye be doin' under the rug?"
John, through his mind boggled by sleep deprivation, conjures up the memory of the threatening man he had seen just the night previous."D-did you say; 'Deschain'...?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:30 pm
Goblin looks up, alarmed, and blinks at Jazelle
"Oh, hell! You're Deschain? What did you do?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:18 pm
Jill's head jerks up from the bar at the govenor's ruckus and she chirps as the table flies past her to smash into the wall.
"Whatever it was, I didn't do it!"
She blinks and looks around at the now lively room, wondering what's going on, exactly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 10:16 pm
DuPree opens the door without a sound and slips in, only noticed by those closest to the door and the few more sober occupants of the tavern.
He closes the door just as silently, and, eyeing the governor, moves to the first open wall table in sight, away from the commotion, but still close enough to hear.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 10:27 am
Jazelle blinked. “Aye…Deschain…that’d be me last name. Why?” She tilted her head to the side.
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