MaraTwasHere
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“I was in a rush.” She tilted her head. “Its getting awfully warm, yes? Why not take off that large coat?” She took another whack at it from a different angle, pulling at a long pony tail.
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“Now that’s unfair. You know the weapons I had.” She pointed out, not really caring who heard them about their deep conversation of weapons and assassination. The people of Jacksonville easily ignored such incidents
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The woman came from the room, narrowing her brown eyes at the boy. “Who are you?” She asked with a snake’s tongue, clearly her generosity run out. “I do not remember letting a spainish man in my house.”
Her eyes brightened. “Is that so? Freelancer. Interesting.” Proof. Her mind thought to itself, just what I needed. “Do you have any equipment on you now other than my gun and knife?”
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“Fine then, Miss. Take your leave when you can, Miss. Viollette!” She snapped, crossing her arms. “Who is that man screaming down the halls? Surely he is no servant of mine!” Her voice bellowed through the house.
“How disappointing. How well does a gpsy pay?” She asked, crossing her legs and putting her elbows on the table to place her chin on her fists.
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Aradia looked over to Carlos. “Well then, when do they leave?” He frowned at her, appearing not to want to tell her a thing. “Carlos if ya don’t tell me I’ll be sure to make the rest of your Gyptian days hell.” He sighed before rubbing his lidded eyes. “They leave tomorrow night. First they’ve got to go to some other places to collect ’em soldiers, so they’ll be going to a town further north. I suppose if ya really wanted to go you could collect supplies when they go to that town.” He jumped to his feet, brushing off his trousers and looking around as if he’d shared some great secret. “They leaves at eight tomorrow. If ya gonna be there don’t be late. You know how the Gyptians are about time.” With that he disappeared as quick as he came, ducking around the college with his daemon not even saying good bye.
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“…The rain is refreshing, no?” She asks, looking out the window as well but appears to be still mulling over the conversation. “Are you? New here, I mean.” She asks very delicately. So much so it almost seems too nice.
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Hugo bounded forward, landing into a dog form. “There ain’t nothing to be afraid of. Come on, it’ll be an adventure!” He wagged his tail excitedly.
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“What? Who is this?” She asks, before raising her voice, “Hey! Who?” She rakes a hand through her matted curls, though seems to have no shame of not running a brush through them.
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Hugo flapped to her side, a falcon landing on her arm she outstrethched for him. “Why not? Ent nothing goin on ’round here anyway. I want to save Robby and that Gyptian girl, and lord knows the others out there.” She said, scratching Hugo’s head a bit. “I agree. How long is we gonna live in fear of them? Days more? Weeks more? Ages more? Time for there lil’ cult to come to an end.”
“Right.” She nodded, “Besides, all I need to do is get north before revealing I sneaked onto the ship, after that they can’t deny me. My father’s in the North.”
Carlos moaned, smacking his hand to his face. “You en’t goin. I’ll tell ’em you’ll try. I en’t goin either, its only one ship, Ari, and its gonna be loaded with boxes-” “You ent gonna tell anyone.” She snapped with finality. “The more boxes the better the hidin’.”
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She couldn’t get anything on him. Maybe he hadn’t done it…? She began to second guess herself and waver. Her eyes showed the conflict within. Not enough evidence. Enough proof. “Indeed, very cool.” The word was completely foreign in her lips. She looked down sipping her coffee more.
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“I see.” She said, her face giving nothing away as she watched him take off his hat. “A gypsy, yes? Then…why have such a complicated knife? Do gypsys often have young girls tapping their shoulders with their pet owls stalking them?”
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“I don’t understand why people aren’t straight forward. Cut the chase and get to the point is what I say.” She sneezed a bit, “`Scuse me. And I suspect you because I have not seen you in this town for all sixteen years of my life, and as I said before you are wearing a trench coat–Something not custom for this time of year. Furthermore you’ve proven you’re a foreigner to these parts by not fearing my family.” She didn’t say anything as a threat, really, more of a statement from a machine. No undertones or feeling about it.
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He bit his lip thinking, choosing his words carefully, “I ent got much against them. I ent know ’em well. Not that many do, anyways. They’s just a strange kinda folk.” Aradia put pressure on her foot, blue eyes like daggers. “That’s enough out of you! As a child you were always envious of ’em, don’t fib.” She turned over to the witch-boy-in secret, giving him a wink. “Come on now, I’ve decided. I’m going after ’em gobblers with the witches.”
Carlos choked, sputtering.
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“Farder Coram.” She corrected him irritadely and he just shrugged. “Sorry,” She murmured looking to the three. “Farder Coram is someone pretty important on ’em Gyptian ships. I ent remember much of anything as a kid, but I myself knew that much.”
He snorted at her, and looked over to the boy with his daemon. “I ent see the witch come, neither did I see it leave. Coram said the witch was in Oxford to check on somethings, but I ent seen no witch. They’s a bit strange anyways, ent they?” He asked to the group before falling on his back. “Able to travel miles away from their daemons? I know it hurts but it should be impossible for that to ‘appen!”
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<span style=”background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);”>She looked at him with her green eyes, holding her hands together and leaning her chin onto them. “if you were to kill someone in my house, would you tell me? As you seen so far I am quite the honest person so I wonder if you were the same…” she tilted her head a bit as if to urge him to say something.</span>