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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 20:53:21 GMT -5
"Quentyn, even if you believed that, use your head, The fucking Kingsguard tried to murder me as I sat on the end of my bed, wondering if the King was going to be upset I skipped his stupid party. I'd be dead before I reached the black cells."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 21:12:18 GMT -5
Quentyn looks at Tomas intently and does not say anything for a moment. "Look me in the eye and tell me you did not kill your father," he finally says.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:17:41 GMT -5
Tomas looked up and glared at him, his eyes filled with rage. His hand had never left the blade. "I didn't kill my father."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 21:20:59 GMT -5
"Gods damn you, Tomas," Quentyn says. "I believe you." He resists the urge to close his eyes and rub his temples. "Do you have a pavillion here? We need some place better to talk than out in the open."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:25:57 GMT -5
"You believe me Quentyn, I'm not sure I believe you yet. I know Daemon uses you for clever things. Out here I know I can take you, in private, it could be a sip of wine, and a locked trunk shipped back to King's Landing. There's a grove over this way, with some tree stumps, we could sit at, We'll see or hear anyone who approaches first, if that suits you."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 21:28:00 GMT -5
Quentyn nods. "That is fine."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:35:26 GMT -5
Tomas gestured for Quentyn to lead, and they walked a short ways away towards a quiet grove of trees.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 21:40:33 GMT -5
Quentyn walks ahead and circles the grove, checking around it and in the branches. Satisfied that they were alone, he comes back and stands next to Tomas. "I need to ask you questions," Quentyn says. "They are important no matter how frivolous they may sound. The night of the masquerade ball... you were to come as Bittersteel, yes? Did you ever purchase a costume?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:44:57 GMT -5
"Yes. I ordered one from a shop that Becca told me about. But I never bothered to pick it up. Father got angry with me because of the Trial of the Seven, and I thought if I showed up in the costume, he'd be furious with me. So I never went," Tomas said.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 21:52:42 GMT -5
Quentyn considers that. "I do not suppose there was anyone with you in your room? You see, someone did show up at the feast in a Bittersteel costume; likely your costume. And that person argued publically with your father, and later killed him. So if we are to know who wielded the blade, we must know who stole your costume. Evidence suggests your father knew this person."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:54:05 GMT -5
"I was alone in my room," Tomas replied, with gritted jaw.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 22:06:39 GMT -5
Quentyn seems almost distracted as he nods, thinking back for angles he might have missed, suspects he failed to check. His brow furrows suddenly as he realizes what he needs but does not know how to make Tomas acquiese. "You're not gonna like this, cousin..." he begins, "I need to take your sword."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 22:11:01 GMT -5
"Cold dead fingers," Tomas replied, "I suppose you are going to tell me that you'll take it back and use it to claim that you killed me?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 22:15:26 GMT -5
"That's it," Quentyn says. "It needs to be done. Even if I were to say that I failed to locate you, Bettley's men would be after you next. And something tells me they will spend less time asking you questions and more time poisoning your wine. You need to be dead to the world's eye, Tomas. At least for now."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 22:22:10 GMT -5
Tomas shook his head, "No. You can go back and tell Milo Bettley that I said he can go fuck himself. They caught the first Thatcher by surprise, the second will not be so easy."
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Hope you all are well and happy.