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Argument at the Singing Mandrake.
Amelia Syrus
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5/3/2016
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It had always been the same for Amelia. Drink and leave, leave and drink. Sometimes she'd listen in on the passing words of a poet or the snippets of news from the usual patrons. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. So of course she saunters in at her usual hour, sees the same faces and nods in appreciation to them all the same. But her head is weary from the amount of traction and digging she did in the Forbidden Quarters. Another day where she unearths the same and feels as if the trail is cold.
But a poem catches her ears and she comments from it before she even fully understands it. Her mind drifts a bit. There's an idle memory passing but it's halted by a jarring voice, one she unfortunately knows.
Forbes.
That dog. The one she can never make heads or tails of. Sure, she has done business with him from time to time. But she can never understand his proclamations of friendship. Friends? Why on Earth does he want to be friends? It doesn't matter when the dandy spews out such rancid drivel. She shouts, he shouts back and before she knows it the argument hits a peak.
"YOU WANT TA KISS MY FISTS CAUSE YOU SURE ARE ASKIN' FOR IT." She's already out of her seat and ready to fight. But this isn't The Medusa's Head. There's no fun to be had and a test of strength among merry fellows. She starts to see the eyes around her, scared and no doubt prepared to call a constable in a matter of seconds.
"OUTSIDE," she sneers to him. It's the only way she can think to defuse the situation quickly.
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[ Made this because I realize the banter between characters was clogging up that thread. I am so sorry, The Absurd Rogue. ]
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Amelia Syrus: A Drunken Thief For Hire.
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The Absurd Rogue
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5/3/2016
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Amelia Syrus wrote:
[ Made this because I realize the banter between characters was clogging up that thread. I am so sorry, The Absurd Rogue. ]
No worries, Amelia. It was nice to get the traffic. Carry on! -throws a handful of business cards on the floor and climbs out a nearby window-
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
-S.N
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