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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 19:35:22 GMT -5
Flea's eyes narrowed, and his hand disappeared into the fold of his robe.
"You don't remember? How can you not remember, it was not even a day ago I told you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:38:02 GMT -5
Dacey flinched as his hand went into his robe. "I was dizzy after breakfast and fainted. I can't remember anything."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 19:41:38 GMT -5
"You remember my name is Flea. Do you remember your name?" The name of your maid down stairs, And the big woman who looks like a man?" Flea watched her eyes intently, his whole body seemed tense and coiled like a spring.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:48:47 GMT -5
"I'm Dacey," she said, frowning. "And my maid is Meg. Mysha is our manly guardswoman."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 19:50:03 GMT -5
"So what else do you remember?" Flea asked. He stood on the opposite side Dacey's desk, keeping it between them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:51:24 GMT -5
Dacey dared not mention the wine. "You came upon me and nicked my throat," she said in a small voice. "That's all I remember now."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 19:53:49 GMT -5
Flea was deeply suspicious, and it showed. "You awoke feeling dizzy, and now you can not remember that you bedded the man standing in front of you?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:12:13 GMT -5
So she had bedded him after all. Slowly glimmers of memory began to come back. "I faintly remember something..." she said hesitantly. "I don't know what happened to me. Flea, what must I do? I remember I betrayed you. But I didn't know it was you. Give me some task."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 20:15:12 GMT -5
Flea's eyes watched her carefully, but there was a mixture of sadness and anger at her forgetfulness. "I already gave you a task, remember? You were to bring me Lord Coldiron's new Valyrian axe."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:26:45 GMT -5
Dacey paused. "Ah, perhaps this is why he is going to Pentos. What if we do not come back to Westeros? He might want to travel. What then? Is there another task I could do?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 20:35:37 GMT -5
Flea frowned. "Why wouldn't you come back. He picks up the axe, he comes back. Easy." She had not been so difficult last night. His brow furled irritably.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:41:55 GMT -5
Dacey shook her head. "I don't think he plans on coming back to King's Landing. If we go to Bear Island, I'm stuck. Cut off by the sea, by winter, by the stupid inbred people who live there."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 20:43:20 GMT -5
Flea frowned. "You are abandoning your brothel to go on this silly adventure. You said nothing of the kind last night. I find it odd that this only became a problem now." He looked at Dacey with wide eyes, taking in every movement she made.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:47:25 GMT -5
"Didn't I bring it up last night?" Dacey was confused. "Coldiron did mention he wanted to go to Bear Island."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 18, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
"Some how you failed to mention that you were escaping to the frozen fucking north with your Beau." Flea said, how much of his anger was personal, and how much was professional was impossible to gaze. "It must have slipped your mind in between promising to return with his axe, and fucking me."
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Hope you all are well and happy.