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Sorry Guys. Last Post for me. Between a new job and my grandfather and just general life I don't have enough free time left to devote to this as well on a consistent basis. I wish I did. I hope you all have a lot of fun and I will at least try to read what is happening in here when I can.

au revoir
Jolly
Red packed away the remaining food back into her basket, seeing as no one else seemed interested. She listened to the discussion quietly soaking in the experience of the others. She ignored Jack’s chiding words. She wasn’t afraid of witches. The only thing she truly feared was something he would do well to fear also. But he didn’t know. The only one here who did was Mme Ellie.

Still his plan was sound, and Ellie seemed to approve. Should it be a few stupid girls playing with fire they would give them a scare and a spanking and send them on their way. If it was something more sinister, well Red knew what to do. Her duty to the Guild assured her compliance, not that she would take much prodding. If there were dark forces at work she would stand against them.

As the train pulled into the station she stood, shook out her skirts, pulled the voluminous hood of her cloak over her head, and picked up her basket. Beneath the hood her blue eyes shimmered in the dim light, and just a hint of teeth.
sorry busy with work I can post a short blurb or wait and plan to get one up by the weekend. Opinions?
sorry busy with work I can post a short blurb or wait and plan to get one up by the weekend. Opinions?
sorry busy with work I can post a short blurb or wait and plan to get one up by the weekend. Opinions?
“Oui, Madame,” Red replied in the same tongue, and glad to speak it. “I am from Lorraine, just a little south of Nancy.” She smiled sadly in remembrance. “My family worked the vineyards for M. Douson.” Red then pulled a bottle and several pewter mugs from under the cloth covering her basket. “Would you care for some? It is only cider, but glass does not travel well and anything else ruins the taste of wine.”

She then pulled out some more bread and cheese as well as several apples. She set them out indicating to the party at large to partake, before returning her full attention to Rose.
“I hope you will think more kindly on Mmes Snow and Ellie. Truly I can not begin to know what it must be like for one from your position to be placed in such circumstances, but I do know that I would be dead without them. They have given their lives to the service of the world. I can only pray that I will do so well.”
Red sat back and watched the group she had been assigned to. A most unusual collection. An aloof French Lady, resentful of being torn away from her life of comfort. A cocksure German huntsman. An almost stereotypical American, headstrong and usually at least half-drunk. And herself, a French peasant girl. If only that was the extent of what she was. Looking around the railcar she wondered for a moment what secrets the others hid. Grinning ruefully to herself she shook the thought away. Best not to pry into others secrets unless you have none yourself.
Still, they were expected to work together. Being a little friendly wouldn’t hurt. Opening her basket Red pulled out a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese wrapped in wax paper.
“Would anyone care for a bit of food as we journey?” Red turned to Rose. “Madame, I know you had no time for a repast between your arrival and our… unexpected departure.” She offered the food and a small pairing knife.
My unsolicited French Lesson of the Day.

M. = Monsieur : Sir / plural: MM. = Messieurs
Mme = Madame : Madam / plural: Mmes = Mesdames
Mlle = Mademoiselle : Miss / plural: Mlles = Mesdemoiselles
In French when you don't know whether the woman you are writing or talking to is married or not, you are supposed to call her Madame (guess this dates back to the times when a woman who was not married was considered a laissée pour compte, i.e. it was an insult just to think that maybe she was not married...). In English it is the opposite, you are supposed to say "Miss" when you don't know her marital status.
The rain had not lessened any by the time the carriage reached the station. It did not dampen Red’s spirits however. At long last she was a true member of the guild, and allowed an opportunity to redeem her soul. An opportunity to prove herself worthy of the second-chance given her. As she stepped aboard the rail car Red shook out her rust red rain-cloak and took a seat quietly in the corner.

Taking out her new guide book she opened the cover and stared longingly at the page, begging it to make sense. She knew it wouldn’t. Such a wealth of knowledge, all withheld from her. She had spent two years at the guild hall, and had heard other hunters talking about their Guides. The Guild even employed someone for the sole purpose of reading the books and sharing their knowledge with the other members.

When Ellie began speaking Red stiffened and stole a quick glance around to see if anyone had taken notice of her actions. It didn’t appear so, and as Ellie explained the awe inspiring method of using the guild seal and guide she felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this was the tool she needed. The spoken words combined with the written. Maybe at last she would learn. A smile crossed her face for a moment before another thought chased it away. Clearing her throat to get Ellie’s attention Red voiced her thought.

“Pardon, Madame, but what iz ‘ze mission ‘zat Monsieur Merlin ‘as assigned us? I did not expect us to be sent out so soon. Not zat I will not try my best of course, it is just…” Red trailed off, unsure how to finish.
That should help me Azena. I kept trying to write a post and realizing I was saying what other characters were doing (if indirectly) after a few sentences. The third time I nearly threw my laptop across the room. Hope to have one up late today or tomorrow.
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