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So she's a maid, dance instructor, And stripper, AND single mother.
Any other occupations taking up her time?
Any other occupations taking up her time?
"Each night"
Implying the woman from a despised family murdering the expedition leader on the first night isn't going to be mobbed and held up on a crucifix as the expedition marches right back into Oasis and the RP ends.
Implying the woman from a despised family murdering the expedition leader on the first night isn't going to be mobbed and held up on a crucifix as the expedition marches right back into Oasis and the RP ends.
We'll go through to the end of night one (Say, after Aurelia's campfire invitation) and then do our first timeskip.
Snip!
Let's be perfectly honest, if there's anything from that movie that represents the RP it's:
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I always type every post in word docs. Even when I'm doing a collab in a google doc.
This baffles me.
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I always type every post in word docs. Even when I'm doing a collab in a google doc.
This baffles me.
Back from work stuff.
Will work on a reply now.
EDIT:
Well.
I had a post started, but I can't seem to find it >_>
....is my cat sleeping on my keyboard and possibly somehow deleting it an acceptable excuse?
....no?
...okay
i'll just be over here...redoing it...
At least I owned up to watching a movie instead of writing without making up excuses.
Cowards shall be purged.
When the woman finished stumbling over her words Hannibal let out a sigh of exasperation before shoving the bottle of wine he was holding into her hands. The woman clearly needed the drink more than he did, and seemed to be growing more flustered by the moment. If her words caused him any thought at all, it was unnoticeable. Although underneath all the fluster she seemed... dangerous somehow to him. Storing that info in the back of his mind, he clapped a hand onto her shoulder and replied with confidence:
"My dear, it doesn't matter if Oasis were to chase us or not, and it doesn't matter whether we are greeted with love or disdain."
He then pivoted, facing the setting sun once more and pointed towards it, as if in challenge and began shouting.
"We are on a journey of greatness and goodness! So some of us are reviled? Bah! People are quick to forget, thieves will become heroes, and Oasis will remember us fondly! I say feed your pasts to the pack and be done with them! Our futures are to be grand! And Oasis grander for our efforts!"
Hannibal then turned to the two newcomers as they approached and addressed him. He took a moment to size them up. The man almost felt like a kindred spirit, in some respects. The woman, however, young and attractive as she was felt... Felt a lot like the tanned woman he had just been talking to. Hannibal's feel for people had kept him alive over the years, and he was inclined to trust his instincts.
Ava Hemmingway, I'll hav-
His thoughts were interrupted as she introduced the man next to her, all thoughts of responding to her flattery having thrown out of his head. Instantly he clapped his hands onto the man's shoulder and spun him around once in delight, letting out a laugh of enthusiasm. He had suspected this man was accompanying them when he read through the ledger, but to actually have it confirmed...
"Urs Uring, yes? My word, what a surprise to have you aboard this little venture! I've kept up on all your work over these years, fascinating stuff. If we'd had these advancements at the palace twenty years ago, why... Things may be mighty different now in Oasis I tell you! Have you had any more success transmuting metals? I'm beginning to fear it's impossible, personally. The possibilities though! Imagine being able to convert copper to steel, forget that gold nonsense, it'd be revolutionary! We all know it's lack of iron holding us back technologically."
Almost as an afterthought he turned to the young mercenary. She'd get to meet a famous person face to face? Was she so ignorant of her current company? Still, he supposed there might be a slight difference in the level of celebrity status between him and Urs. That or perhaps the woman was one of those idiots who read newspapers instead of books. Regardless, he gave her a bow of indulgence, she certainly wasn't the first fan he'd ever greeted.
"The Hannibal Bartleby Hughes at your service, Ava. I promise to do my utmost to keep us alive and well on our journey towards discovery."
He grinned and finally took her hand after speaking. At the same time, drawing his sword and giving another theatrical slash towards the sun. The fans seemed to love that stuff, and he was nothing if not indulgent.
"My dear, it doesn't matter if Oasis were to chase us or not, and it doesn't matter whether we are greeted with love or disdain."
He then pivoted, facing the setting sun once more and pointed towards it, as if in challenge and began shouting.
"We are on a journey of greatness and goodness! So some of us are reviled? Bah! People are quick to forget, thieves will become heroes, and Oasis will remember us fondly! I say feed your pasts to the pack and be done with them! Our futures are to be grand! And Oasis grander for our efforts!"
Hannibal then turned to the two newcomers as they approached and addressed him. He took a moment to size them up. The man almost felt like a kindred spirit, in some respects. The woman, however, young and attractive as she was felt... Felt a lot like the tanned woman he had just been talking to. Hannibal's feel for people had kept him alive over the years, and he was inclined to trust his instincts.
Ava Hemmingway, I'll hav-
His thoughts were interrupted as she introduced the man next to her, all thoughts of responding to her flattery having thrown out of his head. Instantly he clapped his hands onto the man's shoulder and spun him around once in delight, letting out a laugh of enthusiasm. He had suspected this man was accompanying them when he read through the ledger, but to actually have it confirmed...
"Urs Uring, yes? My word, what a surprise to have you aboard this little venture! I've kept up on all your work over these years, fascinating stuff. If we'd had these advancements at the palace twenty years ago, why... Things may be mighty different now in Oasis I tell you! Have you had any more success transmuting metals? I'm beginning to fear it's impossible, personally. The possibilities though! Imagine being able to convert copper to steel, forget that gold nonsense, it'd be revolutionary! We all know it's lack of iron holding us back technologically."
Almost as an afterthought he turned to the young mercenary. She'd get to meet a famous person face to face? Was she so ignorant of her current company? Still, he supposed there might be a slight difference in the level of celebrity status between him and Urs. That or perhaps the woman was one of those idiots who read newspapers instead of books. Regardless, he gave her a bow of indulgence, she certainly wasn't the first fan he'd ever greeted.
"The Hannibal Bartleby Hughes at your service, Ava. I promise to do my utmost to keep us alive and well on our journey towards discovery."
He grinned and finally took her hand after speaking. At the same time, drawing his sword and giving another theatrical slash towards the sun. The fans seemed to love that stuff, and he was nothing if not indulgent.
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