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#51: Mar 7th 2015 at 8:19:31 AM

"Tell me Eir, is the old church still standing?"

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#52: Mar 7th 2015 at 1:06:07 PM

"Ah'm a Mac Fergus." Angus stated, solemny. "But I've been here in Goatwood for decades. Lost some of the accent too. Long story." He paused, and eyed up William up and down, stroking his beard. "Hmm...you certainly could be of some help to me. These Englishmen can't handle a little rough and tumble. I need to dispose of the sheep carcasses, and fetch some herbs in the forest to make a mild drug to sedate the rest of the flock. I don't know what really happened, but they are still in terror."

He paused. "And since I can't split myself in half, how about I do one of the things and you do the other?" The old scotsman finally conceded.

Meanwhile, Freyja had positioned herself next to professor Eddings. "Uhm. Pate has always been like this. He was even worse a while ago, before the priest decided to teach him. He put worms on my dress." She paused awkwardly.

Eir meanwhile was about to piece a reply to either Angus or Freyja, but Grigori's question made her turn her attention elsewhere. "Yeah. Same place. Between here and the farmlands. Best if you wait until it stops raining."

"It stopped." Snorri added, shrugging, as he was looking at the window while clutching his beer. "Good time to leave."

"Oh come on, uncle Snorri, they aren't that bad!" Freyja replied once again, grabbing yet another bottle and walking towards Wolfgang, smiling. "If everyone's a grumpy badger like you, things will be sad." She paused as she sit next to the lone man, smiling. "This one's on me, mister." She said to Wolfgang.

edited 7th Mar '15 1:07:16 PM by AtomicNut

Fauxlosophe Perpetually Disappointed from Upper Hell Since: Aug, 2010
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#53: Mar 7th 2015 at 5:47:21 PM

"If ye saw th' laddie in afore me, ye micht hae an idea," Fergus retorted, "Ye ken o' ony Taffies hereaboots?"

He paused and turned on the job offer, "Ah kin hulp ye git rid o` yer deid maukits bit denea let it be quo tha' Willie is th' sort tae gang picking flowers."

edited 7th Mar '15 5:51:42 PM by Fauxlosophe

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#54: Mar 7th 2015 at 5:49:12 PM

Martin looked in the direction of the babbling and saw another familiar figure. "My God, isn't that Angus? The years have not been kind, I'm afraid." Martin put his hand under his chin.

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#55: Mar 11th 2015 at 6:18:08 AM

"I was half expecting that." Angus somberly replied. "Snorri will go with you." The old scotsman flatly announced while the blacksmith looked at him, giving a grumble of sorts and standing up, intent on leading the way.

Eir sighed. "Angus was even like this when he was young, I'm afraid... Martin."

"Well, I am not the one keeping Old Ted from trashing the honeycombs." The scotsman snorted. "You the Grigori lad? The hell are you doing here?" Angus snapped back at the newcomer before pondering. "Hm, maybe for your deceased family?" He glared at Eir, and the old woman shook her head.

"Oh. Hm. Well, lad, I'm sorry for your loss." He added, clutching Martin's shoulder and drawing him closer, so much that Martin could still smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Get the fuck out of town, you idiot. No matter what you've been told, this isn't your place. You aren't like the others. You can still choose to leave." The old man whispered.

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#56: Mar 11th 2015 at 10:02:09 AM

Martin was shocked, ashen-face for a moment then he whispered back to Angus, "What... what ever could you mean Angus?" Grigori was unsettled at the implication in the old scot's words.

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#57: Mar 11th 2015 at 10:21:52 AM

Willie paused as Angus got up, still listening to the game.

After a moment, he realized Angus was expecting him to follow.

"Christ, ye dinnae parrie aboot wi' time dae ye?" Mac Dougal grunted as he tossed on his Aberdeen, "Ah wis gang tae bide a blenk tae hear th' bloody scores. Tis yin a'. That's twa points in a single gam. Ah haven't seen a match wi' this mony pynts sin ah wis a laddie in th' mines."

He paused a moment to reminisce, "Aye, Ah mynd that day richte well. Oor canary, Wee Bonnie Charlie dee'd that day. He passed oot fae loss o' air efter twa sassenach hud awready fell. An a' we lost a Paddy tae swallyin that nicht. T'was a gud birdie tha' Wee Charlie, 'n' a better tea."

After that he shrugged, "Ah weel, wirk is wirk."

With that, he finished his Whisky and followed after Angus.

edited 11th Mar '15 10:24:08 AM by Fauxlosophe

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#58: Mar 12th 2015 at 4:39:09 PM

"The lad's right, Snorri. It's not like those sheep will rise from their graves. You can wait a while." Angus seconded to what William said, briefly separating from Martin. This had the effect on the short dane, which grumbled and sat down once more.

Angus drew Martin once more close, and whispered. "This place is cursed, it taints the soul. I expose myself to enough trouble telling you this..." The old man harshly whispered, before his eyes and those of Eir and Freyja darted in the direction of the door, which was once again open, even though moments before it had been closed. A thin, elegant silhoutte stood in the doorframe, dressed in tasteful servant clothes. Red hair cascaded from beneath the corners of the maid's bonnet, while haunting green eyes scanned the room, full red lips retracting in a smile that showed pearly white teeth. There was only one person who had that kind of looks in the town.

Belle the maid walked in short measured steps towards Angus, and she put a finger in her lip, making a silence gesture while she made a disapproving gesture with her free hand. Angus grew tense and clenched his teeth.

"What do you want, Belle?" Eir spat, eyes glaring daggers at the redhead. "Can't you see we're greeting the newcomers?"

The maid said no word, but produced a small envelope,sealed with red wax and the sign of the Earl of town, which she promptly slid next to Kara. And without even saying a word, only smiling, she turned towards the door once more. Freyja visiblely shivered after the Earl's maid stopped making eye contact with her. The maid waved a goodbye with her hand, as she slowly closed the door after her.

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#59: Mar 12th 2015 at 5:03:55 PM

Kara looks at the whole exchange with an expression on her face that says I don't know what's going on, but I don't think I like it very much at all. She sets down her now-empty coffee mug and opens the envelope, accidentally almost ripping it in half, since the paper was so fragile.

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