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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:18:58 GMT -5
The streets on Braavos.
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Marianne and Tybolt left the inn they had been staying in, slipping into the dark streets.
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 17:20:39 GMT -5
Prince Daeron and his entourage, around the part of the city for one reason or another, notices the two figures and slowly follows.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:23:49 GMT -5
Mari, who was slightly nervous anyway glanced behind as she and Ty walked. She noticed the figures behind them and pulled Tybolt's sleeve.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 17:28:04 GMT -5
Tybolt turned, and sees them. He draws his sword, and kisses her, "Run if you can."
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 17:30:25 GMT -5
"Halt!" Daeron shouts as he sees the figure draw steel. "I wish to speak!"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:34:00 GMT -5
Mari held Tybolt.
"I know that voice." She said, pulling him close. She pulled her little dagger out of her boot, just in case.
"Then speak." She replied to Daeron, not realising it was him at first.
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 17:34:55 GMT -5
Daeron raised his hands high in the air and commanded his sellswords to remain behind. He slowly stepped forward until he could be seen. "Is that you, Mari?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:36:54 GMT -5
Marianne looked shocked that Daeron was in Braavos, she swallowed.
"What do you want Daeron?" She asked, not sheathing her blade.
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 17:38:31 GMT -5
"As I said, to talk." Daeron replied. "Don't worry, I was not sent by Steffon. He can go stuff himself for all I care."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 17:39:25 GMT -5
Tybolt whispered into Marianne's ear, "We should kill him." He held his sword straight out at the prince.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:40:59 GMT -5
"No." Marianne said to Tybolt. She put her hand on his arm, for him to lower it.
"Then talk brother."
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 17:46:34 GMT -5
"You can't run forever." He said in an even tone. "I'm staying here in Braavos and the place would be safe for you for a couple of days." He smiles. "I haven't even congratulated the two of you."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 17:58:18 GMT -5
"I think not Prince. We have had enough. We are leaving." Tybolt lowered the sword. He grabbed Marianne's hand, and began to back away from Daeron.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Nov 28, 2009 17:59:35 GMT -5
She stopped.
"Wait. He is my brother Tybolt."
Marianne turned back to Daeron. "What has Steffon said?"
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Post by Flex on Nov 28, 2009 18:01:13 GMT -5
"I have not spoken to him personally since you left." Daeron replied. "But he has put a bounty on your man's head." Daeron nodded to his four sellswords. "They can keep you safe for now. Trust me."
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Hope you all are well and happy.