guy
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Post by guy on May 14, 2010 14:29:24 GMT -5
The bells began to ring, summoning them to the ball. Guido hid a dagger in each boot, some darts between the belt and pants, and the throwing knives in the sheathes in the inside pockets of his formal coat that he pulled on as he stashed his swords in an easy to get to place if they had to run out of the castle in a hurry. He knocked on the door leading to Runa's room and waited for a response.
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Runa
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Post by Runa on May 14, 2010 22:05:07 GMT -5
"Come in!" Runa called out to him. She already got ready, and now was forcing herself to stay away from teh wine... which, in churn wasn't working too well, as she occassionaly siped from her glass. She looked royal... sadly, she didn't feel so. Funny, how some things are seen, and some felt. Those felt, must not be seen.
"Ahhhh.. ready I see...." She smiled at him. "We'll see how ready you are for the night though."Runa shrugged. Somehow... she doubted that this boy was capable of killing, with out a probable cause. For, if he was, he then would have killed her.
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guy
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There is love in the red letters, in the red letters.
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Post by guy on Jun 8, 2010 7:49:31 GMT -5
Guido opened the door and walked into the room. He stood there and looked at Runa. She looked like a noble woman out of the books he and his sister had read. She looked beautiful. He shook his head, reminding himself why they were there and who she was. That beneath the fair facade was a cold, calculating assassin, and that one mistake on his part could get them all into trouble, and him most likely dead. He offered her his arm to escort her to the dinner.
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