...I'll be ready.
Provided I don't get a Roe bandit taking me from behind again.
You can tell L.R.
As far as I know, Anelia and Ellaria are respected doctors.
I see no reason to hide it; it's a public clinic, after all.
K.K.
Provided I don't get a Roe bandit taking me from behind again.
You can tell L.R.
As far as I know, Anelia and Ellaria are respected doctors.
I see no reason to hide it; it's a public clinic, after all.
K.K.
Chief Flame Sergeant Melkire hefted the missive in one hand for a few moments more, then pushed his chair back from his desk, stood, walked over to the fireplace, and burned the parchment.
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At least my leg's not acting up any more. That limp would've been...problematic, right about now.
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He still wasn't quite sure what had happened. Why he'd turned to Askier, having just downed the free paladin... and stiffened. Second-guessed himself, his every move. And Mergrey? Mergrey had taken him to task, and found him wanting.
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Found his gods-damned knee wanting.
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Don't lie to yourself, Ossy. You know exactly what happened.
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He sighed as he dragged his feet back to his desk. He didn't want to think about Tabitha right now.
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Business. Back to business. He lifted the various garments up off his desk, gathered them into his arms. The missive to Lanza had been sent; all that was left was to change wardrobes, swing by Swift's office to arrange a few matters, and then go bribe a Sultansworn. Get arrested. Gods, it was... it couldn't be any more... he was... gods....
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"We're here for Vance. Open up."
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He gave it two oiled squeals of iron and sixty seconds, then glanced up and out through the bars at First Flame Lieutenant Burning Peak's disapproving scowl... and smiled.
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"...you're an idiot."
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"Thank you, sir."
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Burning snorted.
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Privates Lancaster and Gregson were attending the lieutenant; the former had taken up post by the entrance to these gaols, having scared off the guardsmen, and was busy looking big 'n' intimidating. The sergeant had to admit, the highlander had certainly improved over the past fortnight. The midlander, though....
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"Gregson, what in piss is that?"
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"Cuffs, sir."
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"...Peak, why do I need cuffs?"
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The lieutenant gave him a frosty, tooth-filled grin.
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"Fafaso intercepted the response from Limsa. What finally reached the 'sworn is clear: Raandal Vance is a known and proven criminal. He is to be extradited to Limsa Lominsa on the morrow, tried and found guilty, and summarily executed. So much for pirates, smugglers, and slavers."
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Melkire gave him a heated glare in return as he thrust his arms out towards the private. Gregson reached through the bars and snapped the linked manacles shut, nice and snug and tight, over the sergeant's wrists. Peak sifted through a keyring and came up with one particular piece of brass. Into the lock it went.
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"Meanwhile," the lieutenant continued, "a certain irresponsible sergeant will experience the rudest awakening imaginable, come morning. He'll get up and dress in uniform as per regulations - his mask included. His pounding hangover will no doubt prove a serious discomfort throughout the course of his duties tomorrow, but I will rest assured that he will perform as admirably as ever. Same as always. Back to normal."
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The sergeant couldn't help but smirk at that. "As normal as can be expected in this city, at any rate."
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Peak nodded, the key turned, and the bars swung open. Melkire stepped out in time for the Roegadyn to drop one massive hand onto his left shoulder, and for the highlander to drop one of his own on the other. Gregson took the lead as Peak and Lancaster guided him forward.
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"Why 'bluebird,' by the way?"
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"My sister's favorite."
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"Dani's, or Cori's?"
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"...Tabi's."
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"Ah." Peak blinked. "And where in the seven hells did you get 'Raandal Vance' from?"
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