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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 14:55:19 GMT -5
Steerpike kicked in a small window and swung himself through.
"Eleanor!"
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 14:56:02 GMT -5
*She started*
"Goodness, you surprised me. What's the matter?"
*Then she saw him covered in blood*
"Mr. T, you didn't..."
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 14:59:40 GMT -5
"If anyone asks, I fought him off of her, but it was too late for her."
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 15:01:46 GMT -5
"A poor wretch like her, what ain't done ya no harm?"
*She considered things*
"Well, if she saw you..."
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 15:04:29 GMT -5
"She would have bawled me out. You know that. And if she were queen," he added, pulling off his bloodstained gray coat, "I find it hard to believe she'd be willing to concede me the crown?"
He opened an oven door and threw the coat in the flames.
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 15:05:49 GMT -5
"You have a point there. Poor girl."
*She sighed*
"Well, if she didn't already kill him herself by now, I guess she's got only herself to blame."
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 15:07:04 GMT -5
Looking about him anxiously, Steerpike pushed his hair out of his face, realized that blood was drying in it, swore, and rushed over to a sink to start rinsing it out.
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 15:08:46 GMT -5
"Here, let me help."
*She passed him a few towels, then but the bloody ones in the oven*
"I'd offer you a drink, but the kitchen boys had all the gin."
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 15:09:46 GMT -5
"I... rearranged a few things."
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 15:11:53 GMT -5
"Aside from their pulses, you mean?"
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 15:14:34 GMT -5
"No!" he whispered sharply. "The succession."
He flung back his damp hair and began cleaning the gore-caked tip of his stick.
"He did say you'd look lovely with a crown on your head."
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 16:18:33 GMT -5
"Now don't go saying you did this for me."
*She leaned against the wall*
"You think they'll buy it? I mean, doesn't the throne go to the next in the family?"
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 16:21:28 GMT -5
"No. It goes to me. Orduag wrote it all out."
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Post by Eleanor on Feb 28, 2008 16:22:02 GMT -5
"I'm impressed. And it can't be contested?"
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Post by Steerpike on Feb 28, 2008 16:23:35 GMT -5
"It's his handwriting and all..."
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