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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:11:27 GMT -5
"Johanna... Vernet... and how old is she?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:16:13 GMT -5
*Erik had to add five to the age she'd been mere weeks ago.*
"24."
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:20:53 GMT -5
"So young," Fogg said with little concern in his voice. "Will you be visiting her often?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:25:35 GMT -5
"Yes," *said Erik gravely.* "As often as I can. But work, you see, and raising the child... Of course I will do what is best for Joanna."
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:28:00 GMT -5
Fogg realized that to keep up appearances she would have to be kept fairly separate from his other "children" and given a decent bed.
"Of course, sir."
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:30:25 GMT -5
*Erik smiled a tired smile.*
"I am so grateful for your understanding, Monsieur. You don't know what a trial it's been."
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:31:17 GMT -5
"I can imagine. It's always difficult."
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:33:20 GMT -5
"I can entrust her into your care, then?"
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:34:13 GMT -5
"Yes. My deepest sympathies are with you, sir."
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:36:25 GMT -5
*Erik smiled weakly.*
"I appreciate that. And I am grateful for your assistance in this matter."
*He drew out a pouch of gold coins and lay it on the table so that the contents clinked invitingly.*
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:37:30 GMT -5
Fogg smiled grimly and put the satchel of coins in his desk.
"Very well. You may leave her here. I shall have a nurse fetch her."
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Post by Toby on Oct 22, 2007 17:40:29 GMT -5
((Does she have an Antony?))
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Post by NPC on Oct 22, 2007 17:42:06 GMT -5
((Norrington! Eventually.))
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Post by Toby on Oct 22, 2007 17:43:19 GMT -5
((Irene is totally ending up here. She's like one step away right now...))
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Post by Erik on Oct 22, 2007 17:43:56 GMT -5
*Erik rose, and for form's sake placed a kiss on her forehead before bowing slightly to Fogg.*
"Thank you," *he said quietly.* "You don't know what you've done for me."
*As he walked out, he comforted himself with the thought that she would, honestly, be fine. And when she had come to her senses, she could come back. Yes.*
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