CLOSED | ressurrected,

[poleaxed]

WHO: i saw goodie proctor delphian talking to the devil poleaxed
WHAT: jone and tsenka have some things to iron out
WHEN: nn...now.
WHERE: the gallows courtyard
NOTES: probably swears

Is Bede dead or alive?

The thoughts been haunting her more and more lately, and every event, it seems, only feeds the fire. Now, one of his ex-lovers has shown up. Bede and a women? He'd sworn off them, last they'd talked, but he was also twelve at the time.

And, you know, so was she.

There are a lot of things people think are true about twins. That they can guess each other's thoughts, know each other's locations. The worst part about that is that it isn't true. Especially in Bede's case. What was going on behind those eyes of his, almost the same color and hue as hers?

She may never know. The thought bids distraction. She doesn't want to think of this, where the conclusion is like dangling your heart over a knife. Yet she can't argue that the woman she's promised to meet, the woman approaching now, clearly knows her brother better than her. You are who you are as an adult, not a sniveling child, afraid and covered in dirt, carried away from a Templar on promises of regular meals.

She doesn't like that memory. Jone forces it to the back of her mind. She'd rather talk to Tsenka, the funny little elf with the sharp tongue. Jone sits in view of the training yard, drinking from a clay jar of warm beer. She waves Tsenka over, and offers her a jar for herself.

"I reckon we have some catching up to do," she says, "more'n I thought."

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[poleaxed]

Jone wrinkles her nose. "Don't train 'em in pickup lines. That's confidential.

She knows what role she needs to play, here. Jocular, confident, deflecting worry. It's like slipping on an old coat, well worn and comfortable.