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Post by Horas on Nov 30, 2009 23:54:23 GMT -5
Seven above. Casual was not the expected reaction. But alright. Quentyn could do casual. But he kept the knife in his hand nonetheless.
"Pardon, milady," Quentyn says softly in Braavosi. "I did not think to find you undressed." He pauses slightly. "I intend to take you away from this manse. Does that suit you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:58:10 GMT -5
She pursed her lips, "It doesn't suit me at all," she replied, just above a whisper. "In my wildest dreams I am rescued by a dashing lancer on a great white charger, not a skulking little knifeman with a mask to hide his pox-ridden face, although I admit you have a sense of humor. Are you here to rob us, or to murder father?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 0:05:27 GMT -5
"Pox-ridden? You do me an injustice, milady." Quentyn kept the mask on. With only his brown eyes visible, he could be anyone he wanted; it would not do for anyone to identify him.
"I am here to take you away. I suppose the common word is kidnap, but I can promise that you will come to no harm so long as you cooperate, and you may return here shortly afterwards." He shrugs slightly, "Or dropped off elsewhere if you prefer."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 0:12:40 GMT -5
"I am not inclined to be kidnapped," the girl replied, her breathy voice soft and lyrical, "That is not very romantic... not at all. It would do good for you to know, Pox-Face, that my guards stand just outside that door," she gestured with a delicately turned finger tip, her nails painted bright red, "And I can scream very loud," She smiled coyly. "So take off your mask."
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 0:26:31 GMT -5
Quentyn wondered if he could slice that pretty little neck if he had to.
"Hmmm," Quentyn says. He rolls the mask up just past his lips, leans forward and kisses her, just lightly, unless she should respond. He leans back afterwards. "I think that is all you get just now, milady. Mysteries are no fun if they are unraveled so quickly."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 0:28:17 GMT -5
The woman licked her lips, "mmm, well Pox Face, you are quite the kisser. Where are we going?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 0:32:30 GMT -5
"One step at a time," Quenty says, smiling. "I think first you should dry off." He holds up a towel for her.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 0:33:22 GMT -5
"Turn around," She replied taking the towel from Quentyn's hand, but not standing up.
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 0:47:53 GMT -5
Quentyn smiles. "You are too cruel, milady. But I suppose we must all make compromises."
He takes a step back and averts his eyes while covering them with one hand, but does it in such a manner so that he can still see her general movements.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 9:45:54 GMT -5
The woman arises from the tub, and through his fingers Quentyn can see alot of glimmering wet female flesh, although no specifics. This glimpse is soon blocked by a fluffy white bathtowel which the woman wraps around her body.
"Alright, you can open your eyes again," she says, "If we are going to leave, I'll need clothing. Wait here, and I'll be right back."
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 12:58:42 GMT -5
Quentyn sweeps the cloak from his shoulders.
"This should suffice, I think. I doubt your guards would bother you for an overlong bath. But if you leave, then return, then do not leave the bath again... they might grow suspicious."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 13:04:05 GMT -5
"I am not feeling the house, dressed in a bath towel," The girl replied, stamping her foot. "I must have clothes, and my personal things."
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 13:11:43 GMT -5
Quentyn begins tying a long rope to one foot of the tub, keeping the rope with the grapnel in reserve. What he was about to do went against every instinct he had, but... it was either trust the girl or slit her throat. And a man had to stick to some sort of principles, even in Quentyn's line of work -- No, especially in Quentyn's line of work.
"As you say, then," Quentyn says with a slight bow, reclaiming his cloak. "I will await your return."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 1, 2009 13:18:06 GMT -5
The girl smiled,
"You might want to hide now," she said with a chuckle, as she reached to open the door.
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Post by Horas on Dec 1, 2009 13:21:55 GMT -5
Quentyn unfastens the rope he had begun to tie, then takes the rope and hops out the window onto his ledge.
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Hope you all are well and happy.