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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 18:25:17 GMT
She had to do a double take at that goateed fuck. “Shit,” she said, and began digging in her pouch. And realised she didn’t have fifteen or seventeen gold. “Just the double barrelled one, then. Ring me up.”
She put ten gold on the counter.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 18:30:36 GMT
It’s a curious expression prior to the invention of the cash register, but the man counts the gold and then hands her the pistol and some ammunition. “Good luck then Miss. you get in trouble you always got a safe spot here.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 18:39:39 GMT
Kjell loaded the gun with her back to the window and put it in the holster and equipped it. “Thanks,” she said without really registering what the shopkeeper had said. “I’ll probably be back for the other one.”
Then, she walked out and towards the place where she’d seen the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 18:46:18 GMT
He was still seated and enjoying a drink at a table. A girl was assembling a plate with jungle fruits and cheese and somehow (where were the cows) two steaks with thick slices of bread and butter. He takes no apparent concern that she is heavily armed and heading toward him.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 18:59:54 GMT
She walked over and sat down opposite him, her dark eyes studying him. “What is this?” she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 19:06:00 GMT
The girl sets the plate down in front of him and he picks up a peeled lime with his right hand and bit into a corner of it. “Lunch,” he said offhandedly. She heard a creak under the table. “I’m not a master shot but even I can’t miss from this range. If you wouldn’t mind keeping your hands above the table I thought you might want to eat something that didn’t come out of a box for once. Or,” he shrugged, “maybe you are that fast.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 19:26:40 GMT
The hammer of Kjell’s new gun clicked at about the same time as his, also under the table. “Maybe I am. Do you want to find out?” she asked, though kicked herself mentally for not having blasted the two rounds in his face instead of this. “I’ll have a whiskey,” she said to the girl without lifting her gaze from the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 19:34:49 GMT
The server nodded and scurried off to get the drink. “I didn’t have a cow shipped here to kill you, or your friends,” the man said. “I do believe you’re that fast. Just...we all have standards. We all want answers and I know that you know that I know that you know that I have at least some of them you’re looking for. Now, I have promised the chef that if this isn’t pink and cool in the center he’ll live wishing for death, so I believe he was properly motivated to make a plate both delicious and aesthetically pleasing. So please take your knife and fork and let’s enjoy a nice friendly discussion before we inevitably descend into a clothed orgy of violence. My least favorite orgy, let it be said.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 19:45:55 GMT
Kjell put her right hand on the table and picked up the knife. “After you,” she said, all the while trying to assess whether he had friends around.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 19:49:09 GMT
The man shrugged and put the gun on the table. It’s a short piece, a match for the one in the gunsmith’s shop. “Now, can we please eat?” The short glances Kjell takes don’t seem to reveal anyone suspicious outside a kid with his pirate parents who is staring at all the guns at the dinner table. His parents always made him put his away when he ate.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 20:02:23 GMT
She put her gun on the table with the ‘fuck you’ side up so he could see it, and rested her left hand next to it. “You sent the shrimp after us,” she said, even though she wasn’t entirely sure that had been the case. “Why?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 20:17:01 GMT
He chuckled at the handle. “Shrimp?” He said. “Oh please, miss, give me a bit more credit for, if not class, then perhaps effectiveness. My colleague thought it would be a riot sending them after you. He’s much like that author knight in your voyage; loud and prone to whatever pops into his head.” He cut into his steak and looked at it critically. “Does this seem pink enough to you?”
He seemed to debate and then ate it. “He shall live to cook again,” he announced, as though sparing him eternal torment was some sort of noble gesture. “I was glad to see the crustaceans proved useless. If that had succeeded in doing damage I would have lost a considerable amount of respect for you all.” He finished his drink with a satisfied slurp. Kjell gets her whiskey as he continued. “Another tea please my dear. I’m Archelaus, by the way. How rude of me not to introduce myself before.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 20:30:05 GMT
Kjell switched the knife she was holding for the whiskey and drank it. Then hoped it wasn’t poisoned or something. “What are we to you?” she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 20:38:32 GMT
“Means to an end,” the wizard said pleasantly. “I confess, never in a hundred years did i I expect that Nedrassian Serpent to answer your call. That has made this entire enterprise far more interesting.” He skid the fruit over to her after eating a mango. “I mean, that was actually impressive.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 10, 2020 21:08:14 GMT
She blinked a few times. They'd summoned the serpent? What was next, the serpent speaking Old Imperial?
"What end is that?" she asked, ignoring the fruit platter.
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