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Working on mine, but only have a paragraph done.
Timeskip was only about an hour, basically skipping the carriage ride to get to the rail car. He could mention it in the carriage or on the train.
I was more saying don't wait for me to post if we could move the story along. Sometimes I just can't think of anything for a few days, and the little I could would have fit into a later scene.
Red retreated to her quarters to change into a traveling dress, before quickly returning to sheepishly sweep the collar up off the table. While the cloak may serve the same purpose it would be difficult, if not impossible, to change while wearing it. At the door to her room she paused, listening to the quiet cursing from within. Quietly checking the door she found it was locked. She was about to protest the invasion of her room when Ellie approached.

“Sorry Red, I forgot to tell you. You’re going to be rooming with Rose for now. Probably till one of you moves out.” Red nodded in resignation. She considered knocking, but decided that until they knew each other better, perhaps she should give the Lady her space. Instead she headed to speak with Rumple. He would have her gear ready. She could change when Mme. Bellerose was finished.

Red was sorry Mme. Snow would not be coming. She may not like Red, but Red idolized her. Snow was the head hunter in the guild, having slain more monsters than any other living person but Merlin himself. That is what Red wanted. Not the fame or position, but the ability. The ability to kill monsters. The ability to avenge her parents, and herself. It was Snow that had saved her and brought her to the Guild. No matter what Snow did or said now, she was Red’s hero.

Returning to the tavern with a large basket on one arm she spotted Mme. Bellerose, ‘Rose’ she reminded herself, heading back out into the brothel for some reason. Hurrying up to what was now ‘their’ room, she changed quickly, put her cloak back on, and slid the collar into the basket and smoothed the white cloth over it. A determined look upon her face she opened the door and went looking for Ellie.
wonderlandalli said
It occurred to me that Eulalie would be Catholic and could read and understand Latin even if she didn't converse in it, so going to edit to add this.


That was actually my reason for Fleur speaking some basic Latin, so it sounds good to me.
I on the other hand have nothing worth posting in the IC right now, and that makes me sad. Nonetheless I am definitely enjoying this.
Red sat cautiously at the table with the others, taking care to keep Devin between herself and Jack. Listening to the man’s drunken rant made her cringe. When Snow slid the cloak to her she was confused. Were they so enamored of their pseudonym that they would give her a cloak to make it even more appropriate? She cringed again as Jack’s coarse tongue got him threatened with castration.

Picking up the cloak she examined it, partially out of curiosity, and partially to ignore the rest of the table. It was a half-cape and hood, made of some thick material, perhaps leather. The whole thing was dyed a dull red, or perhaps had merely faded to its current coloration. A gesture from Ellie encouraged her to try it on, so she swung it around her shoulders cautiously. It fit well enough, but seemed rather underwhelming considering the way she was being watched. Tying it in position she looked to Ellie for further instruction. Red stiffened as Ellie gestured at her neck.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached under the ruffles of her dress and undid the clasps on the collar. She had worn it for two years without fail. The only exception had been six months after she had arrived and had nearly ended in three deaths, one of them being hers. But here in the center of the Guild was probably the safest place imaginable. As it came away she felt a rush of energy.

“Mon Dieu!” she gasped. Her mind registered Mme. Snow watching her with narrowed eyes and one hand on her hilt, but it didn’t matter. She felt great, alive. Red had forgotten how tired the collar had made her when she first donned it, and had no memory of the other time taking it off beyond undoing the clasps. Tossing the engraved silver collar onto the table she stood up and spun around, laughing like the teenage girl she was for the first time since her parents died. Stopping as she realized all the eyes on her, Red retook her seat. Eyes once more cast down and a rosy blush upon her cheeks, but still a smile upon her lips. “Merci,” she whispered. “Pardonnez-moi.”
Is okay, I put Woody out in the Brothel instead of the Guild tavern, and I just realized I never edited that. Going to do it now.
Red was not having second thoughts. Second Thoughts had come and gone nearly two years ago as she crossed the Atlantic. Apprehension when she saw where she was expected to stay and work. Misgivings the first time someone showed her how to use a gardening tool as a weapon. Trepidation when she was taught to fire a pistol. Concern when she heard stories of the monsters the hunters had to fight. No, second thoughts had come and gone, leaving steely resolve in their place. She sipped her ale slowly, too polite to turn down the bitter drink.

It was ironic. In the brothel no one paid attention to her as a maid. She was unavailable and not worth their time. Here in the Guild no one paid attention because she was a raw recruit and not worth their time. She didn’t even have the advantage of being a fresh face like the Madame Bellerose. The people here had seen her before, either cleaning in the brothel or the guild hall or on occasion being allowed to train in the courtyard.

She stiffened slightly as a figure slid into the seat next to her.
"Hello, Fleur. Seems like we're finally going on a hunt. Our first hunt, together. I think I'll enjoy working with you." Devin. Red relaxed. Devin was a shameless flirt, but that didn’t mean as much after working around ‘ladies of negotiable virtue’ for two years. Plus he didn’t know.
“Bonjour, M. Devin,” she replied softly. “I ‘ope we will ‘ave many successful ‘unts togezer.”
What year are we set in? I had thought it was 1859, but I'm not seeing it anywhere in IC or OOC.
Also Val, apparently Red doesn't have her cloak yet. She's just wearing a maid's dress at the moment.
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