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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly & Kitty & you
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk

Prompts in comments my pretties. If none of em catch your fancy, then just throw up something that does.

Comments

[calicoy]

[Jack reaches opens his overcoat a little more, revealing a dagger and a sword at his hip.]

I was preparing for a fight. What I wasn't preparing for was your little... gambit. Please tell me everyone in Kirkwall is this sick of rich tits like him. Lie to me, if necessary.

[Because he doubts it was out of genuine empathy. He's not thirteen.]

[rathercommon]

[ A grand snort in response to that. Kitty: not willing to lie under these benign circumstances, apparently. ]

More like - most people in Kirkwall are just like the ones licking that one's boots. You know how it goes. Money and power can substitute for good personality for people like that.

[calicoy]

For anyone, if you've enough of the latter. Maker, what an asshole. Still, my humble thanks-- [he imitates the man's accent--] for the assistance. Jack Rackham.

[He extends a hand. There are no marks, no tattooed 'X's, no missing fingers. A few rings above his knuckles may make one question why he talks about the wealthy with such disdain, but she just saw him steal coin, and seems something resembling clever.]

[rathercommon]

Oh. Erm -

[ He's a strange guy, that's certain. Shaking hands seems like such a weirdly old-fashioned gesture, after all that. But it sort of fits, given that he's got weird hair, weird clothes, and speaks in a really weird way. So. ]

I'm Kitty.

[ She takes his hand and shakes it, wrinkling her nose with just a bit of self-consciousness. ]

You don't fight with people like that often, do you?