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Apr 27, 2017 8:45 PM
orf rebecca gets up to shit
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D'you want me to call you that instead of Prince Nelyafinwë?
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I have no idea which titles I should currently possess. Who are you?

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I'm an orf.
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A pleasure. What's your name?

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People in Angband don't just get names. Gotta earn them.
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He makes about as much of a face as he made the first time she jostled him and a bunch of bone shards crunched into one another. Where are you going?

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For now, away. After that you tell me, I brought you so your family wouldn't shoot us.
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It's a long way from here on foot, I expect the Enemy'd catch up.

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We can get close enough for you to osanwë somebody.
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We're probably close enough, I just don't wish to be used to lead them into a trap. Why didn't you stop when ordered?

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If I did that they'd catch me.
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I'm in a great deal of pain, here, I'm sure I'd be charmed some other time.

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I space way the fuck out when tortured into swearing shit.
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- so you don't know what you've said?

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Yeah.
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...it seems like it wouldn't be hard to infer that you'd said things that would oblige you to obey shouted emergency orders but he's not stupid enough to point this out. He nods, closes his eyes - Tyelcormo?

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It's probably a trap, don't get too excited. But maybe Huan can check - we're running from Angband, on foot - don't you dare get yourself captured -

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Won't -

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A few minutes after that a very large dog bounds up to the fleeing orf at a speed that would knock her off her feet if he hadn't also batted her into the air and onto his back.

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- eep. She drops the Elf's hands, clutches the baby still tucked against her chest.
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He clings. Not super effectually. It's okay, he tells her, he's ours -

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You coulda warned me. She helps him balance, one handed, pressing the baby close with the other.
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He doesn't respond; he seems to be biting his upper arm very hard. 

 

And then they're out of the illusion darkness and on into starlight; there are plains, and grass, and mountains looming up ahead of them.

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