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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 13:02:18 GMT -5
.....
*dashes away again*
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 13:05:55 GMT -5
*waits*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 21, 2005 13:32:11 GMT -5
*won't be back for a loooong time*
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 21, 2005 13:35:26 GMT -5
*holds David Tennant out* I'll let you have him on Mondays as well........
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 22, 2005 7:07:27 GMT -5
..... *is tempted*
NOOO! Must - resist -
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 22, 2005 12:02:27 GMT -5
And I'll burn The Magician's Nephew AND The Lion, the Witch and Wardrobe onto CDs and bring them to Oxford for you to take home.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 22, 2005 13:18:17 GMT -5
...........
fine.
Jack scrambled onto Mr Jacobs’s horse, hoping that he wouldn’t mind him borrowing it. He grabbed the reins and hesitated for a second – a second in which he weighed the importance of the mission along with the fact that he hadn’t ridden much before – and then kicked the horse’s sides and cantered down the street out of the village.
As soon as he was clear of the houses, he spurred the horse onto a gallop, and swore in alarm as he felt the horse leap forward. It was a few seconds before he dared to open his eyes, and almost shut them again as he saw the countryside whizzing past him.
He firmly fixed his eyes on the horizon, trying not to look at the horse’s hooves pounding on the road, but what he saw there made him feel just as uneasy. The King’s army, banners waving in the slight breeze and armour and weapons glinting in the setting sun, marching in a long column along the road to the village and showing no intention of stopping.
They would have seen him too by now, but there wasn’t much he could do about that yet. He rode on as the sun vanished beneath the fields, and the road ahead was lit only by the fading pink light in the sky. Eventually even that vanished. The soldiers ahead – much closer now – had lit torches, but he had nothing.
Finally, when he judged he was just out of archer range, he drew the horse to a halt. “Hello there!” he yelled, “Excuse me!”
The torches ahead gradually also came to a halt. “I need to talk to you!” yelled Jack. There was silence. Jack waited – waited for an answering shout or arrows to run away from.
He got neither. A minute or so later, he heard galloping hooves on the road in front of him. Hurriedly he slid out of the saddle (nearly getting his foot caught in the stirrup and falling over in the process) and pulled out the small white flag he had made from a scrap from one of his bedsheets, and held it over his head.
Two torches suddenly flared in the darkness ahead of him, and Jack saw five soldiers riding towards him. Jack quickly waved the flag, and they slowed as they came nearer. They stopped about ten paces down the road from him. They didn’t look too friendly.
“Who are you?” demanded the foremost soldier. They didn’t sound friendly either.
“I’m from the village up ahead,” said Jack, lowering the flag, “I’m just a messenger, I just – I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Speak,” ordered the soldier.
Jack took a deep breath. “As you probably know, the rebels you were following have come to our village. They threatened us and demanded that we shelter them. They’ve taken hostages – children.”
“And?” said the soldier.
“And… we were hoping that you would accept what information I could give you as to their whereabouts, and in return try not to harm any of us when you make your attack.”
If these words had any effect on the soldiers, they didn’t show it. “We have been ordered to destroy any village sheltering rebels.”
“We’re sheltering them against our will!” said Jack in disbelief, “We tried to send them on their way, but they threatened to kill us!”
The soldier behind the one in front muttered something to him. After a moment, all five were in murmured conversation. Jack waited, crossing his fingers behind his back. If they didn’t agree… what would they do to the village? They couldn’t attack it, could they?
Finally, the foremost soldier turned back to Jack. “We’ll need to confer with our superior commander. You will come with us back to the main column.”
“Oh,” said Jack, taken off guard, “Er… all right, I suppose.”
He scrambled clumsily back onto the horse. They waited as he rode up to them, and quickly formed around him in a diamond shape to escort him back to the main column. None of the five soldiers looked at him on the journey back. As they came closer and he could see the firelight glinting off their army’s spears, Jack started to wonder whether this was a good idea.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 22, 2005 13:50:38 GMT -5
*quiet srnk* I come in peace!
Sorry
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Nov 22, 2005 23:45:43 GMT -5
hehehe...
Like meeting an alien race...
Except weirder
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 23, 2005 9:56:52 GMT -5
That... wasn't exactly the impression I was trying to get across...
*back to the drawing board*
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 23, 2005 14:34:21 GMT -5
Sorry, but....
'I come in peace' is just so cliched that aliens automatically come to mind when you hear it. Like 'Life long, and prosper'
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Nov 23, 2005 19:16:53 GMT -5
She's got a point there.
"Take... me... to... your... Leader..."
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 10:23:07 GMT -5
..... it is, actually.
*is blind not to see that*
*tries to think of better line*
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 24, 2005 11:36:57 GMT -5
How about 'I'm an emissary! Don't hurt me!" or simply wave the flag.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 12:22:45 GMT -5
Could be fine...
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