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faderift2019-09-11 08:10 pm
wythersake) wrote in faderift2019-09-11 08:10 pmEntry tags:
wythersake) wrote in faderift2019-09-11 08:10 pm
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The kind of statement that needs to be quantified, which John does as he follows in the wake of the carriage, observing the tableau as it glides to a satisfying crunch at the bottom of the ditch.
"At least on the door handle. It's a shame we didn't ask Orlok to provide some before we sent him off on that horse."
He is not unaware that only Leander seems comfortable in their current guise. Ilias' brittle silence and Isaac's discomfort are both noted, which is why John is the one levering himself down the incline, keeping to the tracks, to inspect the door. His eyes raise to Flint's. Unspoken: we'll need to take care of these prints. John in particular leaves a very distinctive set of footprints.
"Leander, if you'd come down here and take my sword to the doorframe..."
Then John will put some bloody handprints where necessary. Teamwork.
the most important natural 20 of his life
No, not at the mention of a need for blood, but at Silver's other request. For him, here and now, it's more like the brightening of the gleam on a blade—fortunately, the blade is in a friend's hand. And in a moment, the pirate's blade will be in his.
"Certainly," he says, and doesn't get right to it, but takes a moment to feel the weight of the sword, to briefly examine the hilt, to take a slow, experimental swing at arm's length—and then a comfortable flourish on either side, to compare it to the feel of a staff spinning in the hand. It's not perfect, but his form isn't bad.
He looks pleased.
He looks up at Ilias, standing there above the slope of the ditch—in his trousers, with his biceps—and winks.
The following assault on the carriage door is comparatively matter-of-fact.