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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 20, 2005 9:08:35 GMT -5
Dun-dun-DUUUN! would have done as well.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 20, 2005 14:20:36 GMT -5
I will use that next time *bows head to wise woman of the Board*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 20, 2005 14:42:37 GMT -5
YAY! I AM TEH WISE!
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 20, 2005 15:18:36 GMT -5
Wise Woman.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 20, 2005 15:26:49 GMT -5
*parties*
For that, you can have the next bit.
Thomas entered the Guildhall. He couldn’t see Carys at first – it was a large room, and Thomas’s mother and father were still trying to sort out all of the wounded men and find sleeping mats for them all – but he finally spotted her in the corner, talking to a couple of the soldiers. He headed over to her.
As he got closer, he was surprised to see she had a smile on her face, and as he got even closer he could hear her voice over the general bustle of the room, talking quickly and animatedly to the men.
“… oh, that’s where you went wrong,” said Carys, shaking her head, “Acting mysterious doesn’t mean completely ignoring her, it means keeping your distance, and making each meeting with her special. And it also means not asking her to have your babies every time you actually talk to her.”
“But that’s what I want,” said the man blankly.
“Yeah, but girls don’t really like to hear that... Maybe the whole mystery-man thing isn’t for you. You ought to go with sweeping her off her feet. If you really like this woman, then you ought to tell her, and make her feel special – oh, hi Thomas!” she said brightly, looking up at him.
“Hi,” said Thomas, “Making friends already, I see?”
“Oh yes! This is Mike, and this is Wat – and this guy likes being called Hawk,” she said, pointing at the three men sitting with her, each bigger and burlier than the last. “Guys, this is Thomas! He’s a friend.”
The three men looked as though they could snap Thomas in half like a twig, but they grunted and turned back to Carys, Wat saying eagerly, “What about me? The girl I like thinks I’m beneath her.”
“And not in the way you’d like,” said Hawk, and the three of them roared with laughter.
“Oh, that’s easy,” said Carys dismissively, “Play up the adventurous angle. You’re not just a – a – what are you?”
“I grow corn.”
“Oh… no, you’re a tragically impoverished man with a heart of gold, taking whatever job you can to support yourself and your family… AND, you’re fighting for a better future for you, and whoever you spend the rest of your life with.” Wat stared at her blankly. “Do you want me to write that down?” asked Carys kindly.
“Carys, can I have a word?” asked Thomas.
“Sure! You don’t mind, do you?” she asked the men, but they had already got to their feet and wandered away, talking to each in low, quick voices. “You’ll be fine!” she called after them, “Just keep telling her she’s the most incredible person you’ve ever met!”
“You’re giving your captors relationship advice?” said Thomas, sitting down next to her.
“They need it,” said Carys, shrugging. “They’re really hopeless. And they’re not technically my captors, considering I came willingly.” She looked at his disbelieving face. “The happier they are,” she said slowly, “the less they’ll have to demand from us. So they’ll leave sooner and with less.”
There was some logic in it, Thomas supposed – strange, Carys logic. “So you’re all right?”
“I’m fine,” smiled Carys, “How’s David?”
“I don’t know, I came straight here.” Thomas glanced around, and leaned forward and said in a quiet voice, “Jack’s gone to tell the King’s army what’s happened. Hopefully they’ll understand, and show mercy. If they don’t, and we’re attacked, then get out the back door and make for the road that goes up into the mountains. We’ll meet you there, all right?”
“What do you think’s going to happen?” said Carys, her eyes anxious.
Thomas leaned back against the wall and sighed heavily. A pit of worry had formed in his stomach, but he didn’t want to subject other people to it. “I hope Jack will be able to persuade the army to be reasonable. I don’t see why they shouldn’t be. And should they decide to… er… attack… then they should just attack the places where there are rebels. Which is why you get out of here.”
“What if they don’t let me?”
Thomas looked around at the men stationed at different exits of the hall. “Creep past them. Or we’ll come and get you.”
Carys beamed. “Thanks, Thomas. I’m sure it’ll all be fine anyway,” she said lightly, folding her legs underneath her and grabbing a blanket to use as a pillow against the stone wall, “I don’t particularly feel like I’m going to die this evening.”
A trace of a smile crept onto Thomas’s face. “Anyone who tried to kill you, Carys, would need a heart of stone.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment of some kind.”
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 20, 2005 15:27:07 GMT -5
Oh.... btw.... I changed their names. Carys is now Claire, and Claire is now Anna.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 20, 2005 15:48:56 GMT -5
Arg! You heartlessly confusing author!
Well, it's not THAT hard to remember, so I let you off.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 12:47:46 GMT -5
But what did you think of that bit?
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 12:49:27 GMT -5
Good characterisation. I refuse to review any more until you read my bit in Original Stories
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 12:50:50 GMT -5
.... there's a bit of yours in Original Stories?
*dashes away*
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 12:52:16 GMT -5
*watches dust settle*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 12:54:51 GMT -5
*is back* EEEE!
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 12:56:43 GMT -5
EEEE good, or EEEEE bad?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 12:59:03 GMT -5
EEEE I'M BACK!
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 13:00:03 GMT -5
GOODIE! Now you can update!
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