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tushanshu_ooc2017-03-22 05:46 pm
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She sighs, looking down at the mud - and dried blood - on her armor. "Yeah, I guess so."
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Because Brigid doesn't mind sharing her clothes if necessary. Besides, they aren't that far off in size.
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"I've got street clothes under this - thanks for the offer, though. They should be reasonably clean." A little sweaty, but clean.
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"Well, we can always wash them. We do have a way to do that." Brigid teases. She's not sure what to think of this new girl, but at least there's not too big a difference between her and working with a few of the pack. They were far more militant than she was.
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Then she looks down at her armor. "Yeah, I'm gonna need to scrub this up, too. I'd catch all kinds of hell if I left it like this."
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Don't make her whack you with a spoon, Aly. She's got the second fastest spoon in Boston.
"Well, we'll get you cleaned up, and possibly fed."
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"If I tried to whack sensei with a spoon, he'd bite me," she says. They do swat at each other, though. But that's different.
"Still not on board with the feeding. But I do feel kinda grimy," she admits.
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"Some of the boys try that too." Brigid says amused. She misses the pack. She misses knowing exactly where she stands and knowing exactly how to act when things go pear shaped. She knows who to look to at home. None of that applies here. She's on her own, and while she spent a couple years in Ireland, there'd still been an Alpha to look to. Here... she's adrift and that's hard.
"Why don't you want food?" Brigid asks curious. It's not something she understands.
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"That's how they get you," she says. "I am not eating faerie food. No matter how tasty it looks."
Will sea prunes convince you that this isn't faerie food, Aly? Because that can be arranged.
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She eyes Aly's armor. "Though I can understand why." She says. "Come along. The hotel is this way."
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Still, she follows, ever wary of a trap.
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They make it back to the hotel without running into anyone. "My room is this way." She says, leading the way. Inside the room is her giant book. Scattered around it are papers and anatomical drawings. Yes, the book is old.
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"You know that guy?" she asks, pointing at the book.
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There is magic on the Chronicle, at least Brigid thinks so.
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"I like it. Uncle Marcus tracked it down about a decade ago." She shrugs. "It's just family history though. No one else is interested, so he gave it to me."
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"Hey, that stuff's interesting. I looked up my family's coat of arms once. It's kinda boring-looking, though."
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"Here you go." Brigid says, offering the towels. "That offer of clothing still stands."
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