joan dority is a problem. (
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therookery2020-10-15 05:31 pm
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a very special holiday game.
FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Jone of Denerim.
RECIPIENT: All y'all.
NOTES: a history of violence.
[Jone's voice comes out a bit nasal, as if one of her nostrils are blocked. The reason quickly becomes clear:] Oi! You lot! I've a contest. Which of you's the best healer? Fix this old nose of mine... and my face along with it, would you?
It's not especially bollocksed, but which of you can do it fastest, eh? I'm at the mess.
While I'm here, this lad I know, Benedictus? Little Vint. Everybody should attack him-- non-lethally-- when he's least expecting it. Which is all the time, innit? Ben, lad, it's the next step in your training.
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Accent's a bit po...lished, there, you come to tell me to lay off the kid? 'Cos I will, like, if you can beat me in a fight.
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[Feel free to hit that one all day long.]
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Who're you, then?
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I'll keep it. A job's a job, especially if you're comfy with me taking contracts on the side. Merc work, strictly.
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As you were then.