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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 4:46:27 GMT -5
"But Eleanor- don't you see what this means?"
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:02:31 GMT -5
"Tell me."
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Sam Vimes
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Post by Sam Vimes on Apr 7, 2008 16:05:30 GMT -5
*Vimes nodded* "You're the new one here, aren't you?" *Figwit nodded in his turn.* "You're investigating the King and Queen," *he said without preamble.* "I'm curious about what you've found." *He raised an eyebrow* "You forget, humans can't read people like you can. How do I know I can trust you?"
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 16:09:34 GMT -5
He almost leered.
"A legacy."
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:10:12 GMT -5
"If the other hopefuls don't kill the child first."
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 16:16:56 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes.
"Then we kill them."
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:17:43 GMT -5
*She smiled wryly*
"Next time, try to do it when I'm not about to drink from the cup."
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 16:20:58 GMT -5
He glared at her.
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:22:34 GMT -5
"I'm only joking, you had no way of knowing."
*She kissed his cheek*
"I know we can get through whatever comes."
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 16:28:20 GMT -5
((That's why I love them. That's her only reaction...))
"So. Name. She needs a name."
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:29:54 GMT -5
((She's a pragmatist. And desperate to please her true loves.))
*For a moment, she felt guilty as she thought of her bastard daughter, roaming the streets of Paris. She wouldn't live in royalty like this one...but then, she was moral, so that was probably for the best.*
"How about Eva?"
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Post by Steerpike on Apr 7, 2008 16:39:47 GMT -5
He grinned.
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Post by Eleanor on Apr 7, 2008 16:40:52 GMT -5
"It's pretty. And for the first of a line..."
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Post by Figwit on Apr 7, 2008 16:46:46 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow* "You forget, humans can't read people like you can. How do I know I can trust you?" "Indeed," *he said, appreciating the man's caution. It was a familiar impulse.* "It depends, of course, on what side you're on; but perhaps we should speak elsewhere."
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