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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 18:21:10 GMT -5
A sharp moan escaped Christian's lips, and he slowly got to his knees.
"I'm up," he wheezed, releasing his hold around Heartlock's legs.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 18:25:19 GMT -5
Heartlock chuckled with laughter as she saw him move.
"So you weren't dead after all? Good, I would hate to waste a perfectly good weapon. I only kill if I absolutely have to."
She found the bottle of tea and offered it to him.
"Drink this. It's for headache."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 18:41:01 GMT -5
Christian sniffed and fell, sprawling, back to the ground.
"But I don't have a headache--"
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 18:45:26 GMT -5
Heartlock bent over and faced him with a grin.
"But I will get you one if you don't sober up and give me a good explanation on who you are and what you are doing here."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 18:59:23 GMT -5
"I am Christian," he slurred. "I was walking before you got... in my way."
He pointed at Heartlock accusingly.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 19:07:33 GMT -5
Heartlock raised a sarcastic eyebrow.
"As soon as Adam got a chance, he blamed a woman...."
She quoted sarcastic.
"I am Heartlock Braveshooter. My second name came because I'm a brilliant archer, and are known to shoot men that overestimates their courage."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 19:14:11 GMT -5
Christian shrugged.
"Courage? What courage?" he asked, looking around him drunkenly.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 19:19:33 GMT -5
Heartlock grinned and poked the bottle of absinth he had brought with him.
"The courage that comes from bottles, Monsieur."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 19:38:45 GMT -5
"Oh, that courage," he giggled. "I have plenty of courage, then."
He peered at the bottle in his hands and took a swig.
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 19:46:02 GMT -5
With an amazing skill, Heartlock pried the bottle out of Christian's hands with her spear. The contents of the bottle landed on the ground.
"Not anymore.... I told you I am sharpsighted."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 19:54:21 GMT -5
It took several seconds for Christian to fully absorb the impact of what had just occurred.
"What have you done?" he asked, frantically fingering the absinthe that presently disappeared into the ground.
"My courage!"
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 20:00:49 GMT -5
Heartlock only looked at him.
"Aren't you man enough to find courage without bottling it up?"
She taunted.
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:09:28 GMT -5
"No," he confessed.
"What courage I have is soaking, this very minute, into the dirt!"
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Post by Heartlock Braveshooter on Sept 1, 2008 20:13:05 GMT -5
Heartlock furrowed her eyebrow. She was not used to humans telling the thruth. She sighed and sat down on the rock beside him, looking down at him. Against her will, her warm heart filled with compassion.
"And what happened to you, that took away the courage that doesn't come in bottles?"
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:15:37 GMT -5
"I lost the love of my life. Twice," he answered, holding up three fingers instead of two.
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