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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 10, 2007 15:50:20 GMT -5
*Will shut the book will a snap and stood, quickly closing the distance between them. It took all of his will not to punch him right then. As it was he got all up in Richard's face, grasping his shirt, pulling him closer. His voice lowered to an angry hiss.*
"Of course I don't understand! You keep asking me questions but not telling me anything. But if you hurt that sweet woman...I swear, king or no...you will be in the more dire of circumstances."
*His other hand formed a fist, just waiting for a wrong word to slip out.*
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Post by Faith on May 10, 2007 15:52:50 GMT -5
((Damn. For a girl who's off the market AND already dead, you boys are awful worried about her.))
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Post by Richard on May 10, 2007 15:54:15 GMT -5
"You think I don't realize how much I hurt her?" Richard snapped. "The point is... I have a bad feeling about all this. Faye could quite possibly be in great danger right now, and all we're doing is standing here fighting! Do you want to have a hand in saving her or not!?"
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Post by Faith on May 10, 2007 15:54:58 GMT -5
((She's really doing okay, guys.))
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Post by Richard on May 10, 2007 15:56:54 GMT -5
((Just you wait. No, she ain't.))
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 10, 2007 16:00:29 GMT -5
"What the f**k! Sir, we are not fighting. Trust me, if we were, you would know. You would be on the ground crying like a little girl. If you want to ask for my help, ask for it, but don't impede my honor to veil your inability to request aid. I am not going to jump at your command without knowing anything. And I won't do it just because you say that there is something that might hurt the dear lady. I used to get paid for my imagination, I will not suffer for another's."
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Post by Richard on May 10, 2007 16:06:41 GMT -5
Richard bit his lip for a moment.
"Fine," he said. "I... I DO need your help."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 10, 2007 16:07:36 GMT -5
*Will released him sharply.*
"All right. Now what's going on?"
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Post by Richard on May 10, 2007 16:09:20 GMT -5
Richard took a few steps backward, adjusting his unfamiliar modern clothes.
((Let's just assume that here Richard explains everything that's happened so far, because I'm too lazy to type it again.))
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 10, 2007 16:11:08 GMT -5
*Will's brow furrowed.*
"So why do you think that it's suddenly a threat? What's changed?"
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Post by Richard on May 11, 2007 12:48:42 GMT -5
"I sense a presence. A presence I haven't felt since Obi-Wan. I... I can feel it, somehow. It goes with the job. They're angry, and it won't be long before they may go too far."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 11, 2007 12:52:24 GMT -5
*Will paused for a moment, trying to make this make sense. Then he just shook his head.*
"So what are we supposed to do about it?"
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Post by Richard on May 11, 2007 12:54:37 GMT -5
"That's the problem. As much a right as Faye has to be happy, this romance of hers seems to have set them off somehow. For now, it isn't safe to let her near that young man."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 11, 2007 12:58:04 GMT -5
*Will's eyes showed that he was processing the thought.*
"And you know where they'll be? Let's go!"
*He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and turned back expectantly.*
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Post by Richard on May 11, 2007 12:59:29 GMT -5
Richard frowned.
"...Having a picnic?"
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