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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 30, 2022 22:53:37 GMT -8
"I don't want any trouble."
Ramona Brennan stood in the threshold of the workshop, arms crossed as she lifted her chin to stare down the silver armed Faerie. She held no immediate weapon, or maybe it was hidden behind the door? Her eyes were wide and pinched at the edges, with a hard frown that spoke that she was scared but ready to react. The lights to the building were turned off, which was odd given the circumstances. The woman was clearly expecting Wayland to eventually hunt her down, and had chosen to meet her rather than be surprised. The door had been flung open before she was even halfway up the street, with the sensor of the porchlight humming to life.
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Post by Wayland on May 1, 2022 7:55:37 GMT -8
It must be nice to be a smoker in this kind of situation. To have something to do with your hands instead of just standing there awkwardly. She’s wearing a fucking clubbing outfit, standing outside her own workshop, with her double in the doorway probably ready to fight for her life. This is too fucking ridiculous.
“That’s good. Because I’m too drunk to deal with any.”
She walks up towards the doorway, clearly intending to go inside.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 1, 2022 15:50:23 GMT -8
She held out a hand, shaking her head, "Woah. Absolutely not. First, what do you want with me?"
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Post by Wayland on May 12, 2022 19:56:48 GMT -8
What does she want? What she wants is for this night to never have happened. But that’s clearly not in the cards. She puts a hand to her forehead, fingers massaging, “Jesus fucking Christ, what I want is to go inside our workshop before somebody sees us. And to brush my teeth so they don’t taste like vomit and booze anymore. Can we at least do that?” She lifts her hand off her head, gesturing inside, “C’mon, you’re not gonna miss a swig of mouthwash. Can we just move this inside?”
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Post by Krakenbox on May 13, 2022 17:03:37 GMT -8
Maybe it's because they were the same person, but against all odds the woman went with her gut.
"Um..." her eyes flicked to the door, and leaned in with a shiver, "I got people in there who think I'm crazy, but owe me. They're ready to take a swing if my weird doppelganger shows up."
She seemed completely at a loss on what to do now. The lights being off in the building took on new meaning as Wayland pictured others lying in wait and listening to this conversation behind the door.
Ramona stared, not exactly apologetic but waiting what the other might suggest with the crumb of honesty
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Post by Wayland on May 13, 2022 19:57:43 GMT -8
This time both hands come up, palms covering Wayland’s face. “Oh god,” she groans despondently, exhausted and sick and just absolutely dreading what’s already happened tonight, let alone what’s to come. “Who is it? Who’d you fucking call?” Who would she call? What mortal friends does she have that-
The SCA. The barony. And her smithing friends. Of course. Of fucking course.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 18, 2022 22:10:30 GMT -8
Ramona frowned, tight lipped. "...Do you want me to bring some water, or something?"
Maybe this would be a better conversation once the metallic-hand simulacrum had time to sober up. She wasn't willing to just name-drop her backup and cause more trouble for them than she already had.
The woman leaned back to look over her shoulder, shaking her head to the shadows.
"I don't think you want to get into...whatever this is...outside the door?"
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