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Marian stared daggers at Hitomi for harassing the young girl. Hitting on herself, whatever, but on a little thing like Ashling... When they had leave to go from Snow, she stepped forward like a big sister and led the little card-throwing girl back with her away from the fox-bitch. She had gotten a little too rape-y for Marian's taste. It was unfair to pick on Ashling. She was a grown young woman, but something about her was so childlike and perhaps simple that Marian felt like she had to watch over the girl, even having just met her.

"If'n you don't want her to do things like that, then make sure you tell her so. Otherwise, she don't take hints." Marian said on the walk back to the tavern. "She's a strange one, some like her, but I get the feeling you're not her type if you catch my meaning." Marian said. "So if she comes on to you again, you tell her no clearly. And maybe say you're under-age or something. And if she ever won't back off, run and come find me." The entered the tavern finding it filling with a crowd now that night was falling. It was already dusk when they went out, and the sky had turned distinctly purple with a distant orange glow in the west.

Marian already had everything she needed, with her crossbow and a dozen bolts. She strapped on her holster for her crossbow and hung it at her back for travel, and loaded the dozen bolts into their slots across her chest. She had no need to return to her quarters. "Do you need to go fetch anything? If so, I'll wait for you here."
Briar Rose


Eulalie sat on the man's settee, and a black woman in a maid's uniform entered with a tray of tea and biscuits. She looked startled at Eulalie's presence as if she were not the company the slave woman had expected, but nodded politely and kept her eyes downcast as she set the tray on the table and poured Eulalie and her master some tea before retreating to the kitchen area.

She realized, as the man took a seat, that Devin had disappeared. She cursed him silently for not coming in, what was the fool thinking?

"What was your name again, miss?"

"Mademoiselle Eulalie Bellerose, monsieur." she said, and took a sip of the tea she didn't particularly want.

"So, you said you were sent to seek me out. By the uh, Ministry of the Crucifix?" the man asked, and Eulalie nodded. He continued, "Why don't you tell me what you were sent to ask about, so we don't have to tarry on for hours? While I enjoy the company of a beautiful young woman, I have pressing matters to attend to elsewhere. And I'm a little confused why the church would send someone to seek me out? You seem a bit well-bred to be out running about the countryside like a errand-boy."

Eualie feigned embarrassment at the compliment, casting down her eyes and trying to remain nonthreatening. "Well... I hope you will not take zis zee wrong way, but... well..."

"Are you from the foreign brides company?" he asked hopefully. Eulalie choked on her tea and nearly dropped the cup, her face turning bright red. "Oh, I'm sorry, I suppose that was indelicate of me. There's just not many women in the town, and I'm an old man, and I paid the gentleman $50 for a pretty young wife to be sent. I just thought..."

"Non." Eualie answered firmly, dabbing at her mouth and trying not to rise and leave. "Non, that ee- ah - non. Non." Now all she wanted to was escape.

"So.... why are you here?"

She tried to force her composure back in place and regain control of her voice. "Ah- We had reports of happenings in zee area, and I was sent to ask about them. These reports, they concern some young girls. Has anyone been... well I do not wish to cause alarm, but have there been rumors or reports of... sorcière? Witches? I am to ask, and see if a visit from a higher autorité may be due..."
Sorry for the late post, I find myself stupidly busy lately. Do we have to write every minute of the character's travels? Let's GM this sucker to the good stuff!
"I talk too much?" Iikka said is a flat tone. "What should I have been doing? Setting the clothes on fire, shoving that girl up against you like she was paint and you were plaster? That would have taken forever to clean up." He waved his hand dismissively. Jason rolled his eyes a little at that. Iikka was always over the top, but the way he acted towards Max and company was sticking in Jason's craw tonight.

"And sure, the construction site can be a thing tonight I suppose."

"Ok, let's jet." Jason said, and the two made their way towards the parking lot. The drive to the lot was short, being that Bradbury was such a small town. He parked alongside the street, looking out at the fenced off area.

Jason thought for a moment then shut off the car and went out to join Iikka outside with curiousity getting the better of his law-abiding nature. He was glad he was still wearing ripped jeans, since there'd be no loss if they were damaged further. He climbed the chain link fence, swung a leg over, and jumped down.
Ok, so there's one post since my last post. I want to help. What do I need to provide? What's blocking the writers? Please let me know, because if you feel like you are lacking enough info to write I will write some OOC here to use.
This is a note to apologize for not posting, I plan to get on here later this weekend. Had a promotion at the magazine but its more than doubled my work load and I can't dump one of my other jobs just yet. Please feel free to move on without me, its entirely cool.
This is a note to apologize for not posting, I plan to get on here later this weekend. Had a promotion at the magazine but its more than doubled my work load and I can't dump one of my other jobs just yet.
This is a note to apologize for not posting, I plan to get on here later this weekend. Had a promotion at the magazine but its more than doubled my work load and I can't dump one of my other jobs just yet.
Marian grinned and leaned against a post to watch the new arrivals demonstrate what they could do. That was when she saw that minx Hitomi come in. She must have sensed one of her countrymen had arrived and the homing pigeon that was her vagina had activated. She didn't mind the forward woman so much. She wasn't Marian's type, as she lacked male equipment, but she didn't mind the attention. The woman had been a little too into Marian's red hair until a redheaded whore was hired. It was harder to offend Marian than to just hit on her, though. She gave the woman a polite smile and a wave for her attention, but was eager to see what the newbies would do.

The eastern man sprang into action, and Marian adjusted her attention. She leaned forward with interest, watching him roll and slice the dummies. "Well, hell's bells..." she said with a slow drawl, "Where were you when I was in El Paso..." she said to herself.

The girl had to put in more effort, but managed to ruin her own set of dummies well enough. She seemed rusty, and probably in need of guidance in throwing weapons. Marian hoped Kenichi would be interested in helping teach the girl. Marian used ranged weapons herself, but they were guns and crossbows. She hadn't brought her weapons with her to the courtyard, and had just decided she wasn't counted in the demonstrate her skills category since she was already a member who'd been completing missions, but Snow must have planned to have her show off because a young boy tugged at her sleeve. He had her crossbow and some bolts bundled in his arms.

"What are you suppose'ta be, a squire??" she asked, somewhat annoyed. She shot a glance at Snow who only looked at her expectantly, and resigned herself to putting on a demonstration. She snatched her equipment from the child before he managed to hurt himself with it, and loaded the bolts efficiently. Across the practice yard were a line of cans, but Marian snorted and looked about. On the second floor balcony above the yard someone had left a wine glass sitting on the ledge. She lined up the crossbow allowing for the considerable crosswinds and let the bolt fly, effectively shattering the glass into sparkling shards and causing a loud shriek of surprise from somewhere inside the balcony's room. A girl rushed out, noted the bolt stuck in the door frame, and looked angrily at the group.

"Come on, honey, toss that bolt down here for me. And don't leave cups out on the balcony where they can get hurt!" The girl scowled, and pulled the bolt from the wall and dropped it. Marian motioned for the boy to go fetch it, which he did quickly.

"Cans on a fence are for babes at the breast, can we move on?" she asked.
I stepped off the pod onto the soft grass tentatively, noting it was a bluer green than I was used to seeing. The widow followed behind me as I exited with both of us still holding our bags. In reflection I don't know why we were so calm; why no one was screaming or crying or anything. A feeling of strange surrealism washed over me as I looked around at the bizarrely beautiful plant material. The grass grew in curling blades similar to the fiddle-head ferns growing on earth, a blue-green stemming from quinacridone pink bases in red sandy soil. Something must have been eating this grass, as it was worn down in trails and had bare patches next to taller straightened growths as high as my knees.

At the moment of the mention of bodies of water, I realized I did smell salt in the air coming from the distant south. It wasn't as strong as if we were right on the beach, but we must have been near marsh or something. I heard the maybe-Imams asking about the water to the blond man, and I sniffed the air again.

"I'm not sure about fresh water," I said speaking up and walking to them, the silent widow in tow, "but I think we're maybe an hour away from the sea. I have fishing gear in my pack. Two collapsible rods. I'm a good swimmer too." In my head, I was already weighing the possibility of anything like clams to be harvested, but also the possibility of something in the water planning to harvest me. I'd be smart not to go alone.

I looked up at the sky for a moment, and spotted a few dark shapes moving through the sky with tails like fire. "Oh... look! Other pods!! I wonder where they'll land..."
Morning is such a relative term...
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