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vengefulfinale replied to your post: "M'Lord, where do you think Magnet should be set?...
He tilts his head for a moment, “Good, I think. What has been on your mind. You were very quiet on the way back.”
“ -- i was studying the notes i made back in the cove. nothing more. ” he shrugs a bit, irritated that chester got past his walls that easy. ugh. “ i could read the idol, you know -- it is a language i studied a long time ago, before i ever came here. ”
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Chester tenses under her gloved hands and she’s quick to remove them, but this doesn’t stop Missandei from taking the stool next to him, sitting angled toward him. His head hangs heavy over a drink, and even with the heavy tobacco smoke can’t cover the smell of salt water and brine that clogs her nose, lingers on them like a second skin.
“All this leather and steel and blood… for what?”
“...that wasn’t your fault, Chester,” she says at length, as the Barkeep fills her a cup after she passes him another coin. It was a newer recruit, had been in the Hamlet a couple months, though not as long as she and Chester. A houndmaster.
Name had been Charles.
“Missive was rotten luck from the start,” she says, untying her bandanna and passing it over her face to wipe off the sweat and sea-salt before shoving it in her pocket. She’d have to wash it later. “Too many monsters and traps, not enough respite. Night ambush is what did us in I think...”
She doesn’t think her rambling is helping him. She leans back in her stool, and she can see the large hound-dog sitting under her stool glance up at her briefly with large, dark eyes before laying his heavy head back down and resuming his watch of the door, like he was waiting for his master to come in any moment.
Missandei has just finished helping with the burial, and her boots are caked in mud.
“For redemption,” she murmurs, quoting what others have told her of their reasons for coming to the Hamlet. “For penance. Some grand ideas of making the world a better place. Some not so grand ideas of just finding a place to be accepted. Looking for something to do, something to fight for.”
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" What's the difference between my ex and the titanic? The titanic only went down on 1,000 people." [For Quincey]
welp, there she goes. she’s literally fallen out of her chair and is laughing hysterically in the tavern, laying on the floor. you’ve defeated your fellow jester.
vengefulfinale replied to your post: “ – what the fuck did you do? ”
He holds up an entire crate of blood wine, six whole bottles. “We went on a food run. Also we brought back the guy I tricked.”
“ you brought one of the infected into the hamlet? ” there was a look of surprise on his face at the crate set on his desk, his fingers twitching as he looked through the bottles. oh. oh. “ that is. . .unbelievably stupid of you, but this is -- so good for the hamlet. there’s so many of them. ”
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the jingle of the jester’s bells are his only warning before chester comes through the door. he has half a mind to snap at him to leave before he pauses at the letter in his hands.
“ -- what is that? a letter? ”
he should be warier about letters. he should. still, he snatches it from chester -- and immediately scowls at the damp feeling of the letter. eugh.
A TRAGEDY IS A TRAGEDY, AND IN THE END, ALL TRAGEDIES ARE STUPID.
CHESTER SITARI, FORMER PERFORMER FOR THE ROYAL COURTS.
"Doug Darksdome Owner of the Darkdaledungeondome".
