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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 19:04:04 GMT -5
Rigan was standing on the edge of the Plantation, bored out of his mind. No one was letting him kill any one this week. At all. IT WAS BOREING!!!!!!!!!! Excessivly so. So here he is sitting picking at grass trying to not loose his mind and get very homicidal. Granted he was already very homicidal any way....
Rigan sighed and kept striping the piece of grass, carefully down the grain. Strip by strip. Counting as he went-31. Why couldn't he Kill someone really! 32. Kill. I want to kill. God I sound like a basilisk. 34.
He heard a sound be hind him and hopped up pulling a knife as he went- there were few people he trusted that made noise when the walked.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 19:16:52 GMT -5
Gertrude had decided to go and wander around her new home. She was actually rather far from AlMaught, but she didn't think that she was lost. After all, she had just followed the road up until a little bit ago.
She was just walking along. She didn't even see the person nearby until there was a knife being held to her throat.
Had she stumbled on a highway man? Robbers? These thoughts and worse flew threw her head. She wished she had listened to her Aunt when she had said not to stray far from the city.
"Please dont' hurt me!" She begged.
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 19:27:00 GMT -5
Given the first response of this girl, as well as her look and the shakiness in her voice he retracted the blade from her thought but kept it out. "Why are you here?" he asked.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 19:41:30 GMT -5
"I...I'm not supposed to be here?" She asked. She looked down at the ground and blushed. She must have missed the sign that said that it was private property. But it wasn't as if she could read it if she did see it, so she supposed that wouldn't do her any good.
"I'm sorry." She said.
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 19:52:31 GMT -5
Rigan put the knife away not seeing any danger.
"No, Your allowed to be here. I just have to be careful." Rigan said going into a charming type mode. He bowed to the girl. "I'm sorry for my behavior." he said, he kept his head up, not showing his neck. Still wanting to kill someone- not the girl though. He had no reason to kill the girl. As of yet.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 20:05:18 GMT -5
She nodded. So she wasn't in danger. Well, she supposed if she accidentaly gave him a reason to hurt her, she might be. She was a stranger in these parts, Onoskan, but from an isolated area of Onoska.
She back up a bit, her hands at the base of her throat.
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 20:21:20 GMT -5
Rigan could tell the girl was scared so he spread his arms out in an embracing gesture. "Give me no reason, and the knife shall never touch you skin." he said. "Judging by your reaction to the knife, I would say that you would not give me a reason." He hoped she wasn't too scared, he wasn't all that homicidal, most of the time..... well... some of the time.....
"Now, serce, what is your name?" he asked.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 20:29:05 GMT -5
"Mina." She whispered. "Yours?"
She was still frightened, but not as much. He had promised not to hurt her unless she gave him a reason. She wasn't sure what would be a reason in his eyes, but she didn't think that she would be able to give him one. What could she do anyway?
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 20:32:03 GMT -5
"I should be, Rigan. That was last time I checked of course. You never know, my name never does like to stay the same." He said. He could still see the little signs of fear, but they weren't as pronounced.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 20:39:21 GMT -5
She smiled a little.
"It's nice to meet you." She said, softly. Her voice was naturally soft, barely more than a whisper. But it suited her, since she didn't like to talk much. She listened to others more and she didn't come from a family of talkers. Her father said two words to her a day, if she was lucky. And that was all she was used to.
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 20:43:29 GMT -5
Rigan smiled. "It is nice to meet you to, serce." he said. "You have a very soft, pretty voice. I don't know you accent though, Where are you from?"
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 20:49:32 GMT -5
"Tyree." She said. "It's near the Rasselian border and the mountains, about a day's journey south of AlMaught."
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Post by Rigan on Mar 13, 2010 20:54:32 GMT -5
Rigan nodded finding it in the map memorized in his head. "Ahh, I think I know where that is, never been there my self, had a friend or two pass through there." He said.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 21:09:41 GMT -5
She nodded.
"I see." She said. "Um..where are you from?"
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Post by Rigan on Mar 14, 2010 7:31:17 GMT -5
"I'm from right about here, and just over that hill over there." Rigan said. "I grew up on this plantation, It can't be considered much of a plantation any more, but it is where I grew up."
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