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Post by Avery on Jun 16, 2015 23:11:04 GMT
Add the info you wanna add here, Jen. -Lo
Wiping his brow, Caspian sighs softly, catching his breath before he resumes his work on the knights sword, hammering the red hot blade into shape on the anvil, the sound of iron against metal sounding all around him "Almost done, then I can go home." he mutters to himself
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 16, 2015 23:24:36 GMT
Stumbling out of the cold, Iberia fell to the floor after picking a lock, soaked from head to toe. She groaned, her hand gripping her side to keep her arm still as she pushed off the floor, shaking and gasping. Her eyes flicked around, trying to figure out where she was, feathers frozen and hair sticking to her face and neck. Wobbling she stood, hand on the wall as she took a few more steps forward, dropping again and catching herself, her sleeve crimson and face dirty.
She swore, voice cracking and wavering, and she lowered herself down, curling into a ball as she wished she had grabbed her furs. Renewed energy surged through her for a split second. "I need to return," she murmured.
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Post by Avery on Jun 16, 2015 23:29:39 GMT
Completing his task on shaping it the right way, Caspian reaches over and grabs some forceps, lifting the blade with it "Coming through!" he calls to everyone working around him, carefully maneuvers to the back room where the barrels of water are, dips it into one of them before pausing when he hears something, looks around, tense
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 16, 2015 23:42:39 GMT
"Coming through!"
Iberia tensed at the voice, stifling a cough as she pushed herself back up. Hearing footsteps, her eyes flicked around and her hand went to her sword, gaze wavering. Could she really fight in this condition? She shrunk back, back and shoulder hitting a rack and she swore loudly with a sharp yelp as metal clattered to the floor, sitting back against the post shivering and gripping her shoulder, sleeve stained red.
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Post by Avery on Jun 16, 2015 23:50:30 GMT
Hearing nothing else, Cas dips the sword into the water, eyes flicking to it as it sizzles before he spins around at the sound of clanging. Gaze finding a girl with a sword, he frowns at the sign of her injuries, finger finding his lips as a voice comes in from the front
"Oi! You a'ight back there?"
"Yes, fine. I just dropped a few tools!" he calls back, eyes on hers "I'll be done in just a few minutes." he yells, laying the sword in hand off to the side, hand held out, approaches her
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 16, 2015 23:59:31 GMT
"Oi! You a'ight back there?"
"Yes, fine. I just dropped a few tools! I'll be done in just a few minutes."
Iberia stiffened and her eyes snapped towards him, vivid and wild tinged with fever, muscles coiling as he stepped forward and on the verge of fight or flight. Her lips curled back into a snarl and she pressed her back against the pole and pushed herself up, standing on unsteady legs, hand wrapping itself around the bone hilt of her sword. "Don't move," she hissed with a crack of her voice.
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Post by Avery on Jun 17, 2015 0:10:45 GMT
"Don't move,"
"Suit yourself." is the reply
Stilling when she speaks, he puts his hands up slowly, brown eyes studying her, frowning at the sight "Easy. I just want to help you." he murmurs, taking another step towards her, voice honest "If my boss finds you, he'll call the guards, and I think neither of us want that."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 17, 2015 0:28:50 GMT
"Easy. I just want to help you. If my boss finds you, he'll call the guards, and I think neither of us want that."
She struggled to keep the shaking minimal as her eyes studied him closely, breaths shaky as she tried pushing off the wall, but dropped to a knee as it gave from running and her hand flew from the sword to the ground to stifle the fall. Her platinum hair, coated with mud and frost, draped over her shoulders as she let out a soft groan, jaw working as she thought about guards. She knew none fancied wildlings, and she knew any would be more than happy to turn her in if they caught word from him.
Iberia swallowed hard and took shallow breaths to try to steady herself against the setting fever.
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Post by Avery on Jun 17, 2015 0:35:58 GMT
"Come on. I'm not going to hurt you." Caspian murmurs, jerking into action when she falls. Jaw clenching a moment, he pauses before he leans down and wraps his arm around her waist, lifting her as he stands. Grabbing the new sword in his free one, he passes through the doorway, dropping the blade on a table "Hob, I'm going home now."
"A'ight, see you tomorrow." Hob murmurs, not even looking up or questioning the girl
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 12, 2016 19:51:11 GMT
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