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Post by SilverBullet on Mar 14, 2006 18:28:04 GMT -5
"Nicholas," he replied, shifting uneasily. "Nicholas Fyreflie. What are you doing here?" It struck him as somewhat odd that he should be asking her questions, as she seemed to be obviously more comfortable, and therefore probably more attached to this place than he.
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Mar 14, 2006 18:56:56 GMT -5
"It is my homeland." She said simply, shifting her shoulders under the deep blue tunic, encrusted with silver keys, uncomfortably. "Why does it matter?"
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Post by SilverBullet on Mar 14, 2006 18:58:22 GMT -5
Nicholas shook his head, long strands of black falling into his stormy eyes. "I was just-- My patrol was attacked recently, one can never be too careful."
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Mar 14, 2006 19:25:53 GMT -5
"Not in the Old Kingdom, no." Sabriel said, sadly. "Not anymore," she murmured, almost to herself. "Wait... is that a group of Dead Hands?" she asked, hand going to her bandolier.
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Post by Lazy Bullet on Mar 21, 2006 20:26:01 GMT -5
Nicholas swallowed, trying hard to fight down the sudden feeling of panic which threatened to spring up from his chest. He didn't want to come off as a coward in this stranger's eyes, although why he might even care remotely about her feelings towards him he wasn't sure. It was probably just the thought of company, human and properly alive, which had his head reaching tentatively towards the swordhilt at his side. It had seen far to much use recently... And hadn't really been all too helpful. "Could this get any worse...?" He muttered, following Sabriel's gaze.
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Mar 21, 2006 20:55:20 GMT -5
"Yes," Sabriel said. One hand pulled out her Charter Marked sword, not really noticing the usual inscription The Clayr saw me, the Wallmaker made me, the Abhorsen weilds me. Her other hand flitted across the bandolier, coming to rest on Ranna. It would be the most helpful with a larger group. She undid the straps holding it in place, carefully stilling it with a palm inside.
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Post by SilverBullet on Mar 22, 2006 18:54:04 GMT -5
A sudden realization came to him, as if he hadn't really noticed the bandolier before. Something that was a hybrid between confusion and intense curiosity came over him. A necromancer? Why, then did she seem so... well, normal? That kind was not the best kind to be around, and neither were they usually a particularly friendly lot. So here he was, drawing his sword beside one, knowing that there was nothing he could do against the dead, except get a good distance between them and himself. He hated feeling useless... Nick's grey eyes flitted towards Sabriel warily, one brow arching slightly. "So, you're a necromancer, too? Somehow, this doesn't surprise me..."
((If I do anything wrong, yell at me. I haven't read those books for a while))
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Mar 22, 2006 21:14:31 GMT -5
"Yes." Sabriel said, realizing he really didn't know the ways of the old kingdom. Most would have noticed, and known what the blue tunic meant.
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Post by SilverBullet on Mar 23, 2006 18:43:28 GMT -5
Nicholas still watched her uneasily. "Well, I take it you're not the bad kind?" he asked her, wondering if she thought him ignorant.
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Post by RoherynLOTR on Mar 23, 2006 19:43:36 GMT -5
"No, I'm the Abhorsen," Sabriel replied. It still felt weird on her tongue.
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