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Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Hawkins crept quietly through the back alleys near the Merchant’s Square. Ever since getting his arms taken care of by one of the city’s healers, he had been anxious to leave the city again. The waterways had been calling to him again and he was still a wanted man. It wouldn’t do to have escaped, only to be captured again. He pulled his cloak around him a little tighter, hiding his face as best he could from a passing crowd heading into the square. He hadn’t been paying a huge amount of attention, given what he had been through with the carniflower a few days ago, but it seemed as though the announcement was running exceptionally late.


The crowds in the alleys were growing larger as more people got bored waiting for the ceremonies to start, signaling Hawkins it was time to move on before he was discovered by the wrong person. Using his hands to cover the injured parts of his arms as best he could, he started making his way back towards the docks.


Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for his covering his arms and looking down to cause him to bump into someone, jarring his hands and arms, shooting bolts of pain throughout his body. Flinching heavily and gritting his teeth so as to not cry out, he shoved his way past and walked on at a faster pace, growling at the person to watch where they’re going.


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Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen
With: Hawkins
Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

The restlessness of the crowds in the square made Gwen itch to go stand in the middle of them and start doing something, anything to keep them entertained. She clamped down on the urge as hard as she could, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. This wasn’t the time or place. But it did still beg the question, why were they all standing around? She had wanted to at least be here for the announcement. It seemed like the sort of story she wanted to be able to tell, but who would be entertained by this? The great announcement of the next ruler started off in a grand fashion by...everyone standing around.

Distracted by her own thoughts of how to spin this into a tale worth telling, Gwen noticed too late that someone was coming straight toward her. The cloaked figure shoved her off balance, causing her to stumble a couple steps back.

A long forgotten instinct stirred and she whirled, attempting to grab the person by the shoulder so she could confront them properly. The tension of waiting in the crowds showed in her voice as she hissed, “You’re the one who ran into me!”

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Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Hawkins heard the person he’d shoved call to him and felt a hand grab his shoulder, and in that moment, all of his instincts went into overdrive. He immediately pulled away, rolling his shoulder to get the person to release their grip and drawing his sword in the same motion, pointing it towards his would be ‘attacker’. Keeping his voice low and his eyes moving, he took in his current situation. “Are ye lookin’ for trouble, girlie?”


Very few people seemed to be nearby, and those that were were quickly moving away. The woman before him was of medium height and build with striking red hair. Somehow, she almost seemed familiar, but he quickly shook off the feeling and returned his attention to the situation at hand.


“Well, are ye? What say ye?”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 10:24 AM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:
Who: Gwen
With: Hawkins
Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

The restlessness of the crowds in the square made Gwen itch to go stand in the middle of them and start doing something, anything to keep them entertained. She clamped down on the urge as hard as she could, knowing it wouldn’t do any good. This wasn’t the time or place. But it did still beg the question, why were they all standing around? She had wanted to at least be here for the announcement. It seemed like the sort of story she wanted to be able to tell, but who would be entertained by this? The great announcement of the next ruler started off in a grand fashion by...everyone standing around.

Distracted by her own thoughts of how to spin this into a tale worth telling, Gwen noticed too late that someone was coming straight toward her. The cloaked figure shoved her off balance, causing her to stumble a couple steps back.

A long forgotten instinct stirred and she whirled, attempting to grab the person by the shoulder so she could confront them properly. The tension of waiting in the crowds showed in her voice as she hissed, “You’re the one who ran into me!”

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Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


As quickly as she had a grip on the strange person, she lost it. The move jerked her forward, but she had a much steadier stance this time and didn’t stumble quite so much as she had before. And at least she got a better look at who she was dealing with. Even if that better look involved mostly just a large beard.


A sword pointed at her had Gwen backing away fast, keeping her hands visible to show she was unarmed. The rapier at her hip ruined some of the effect, but the intention was to avoid a physical fight. The chances of which were fading rather fast.


“Like I said, you ran into me.” A slight hint of an accent slipped through as Gwen answered, barely noticeable. It had been a long time since she had met anyone from the coast, but every time she did, her own accent started to slip back in. “I’m not looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it, either.” At that moment, she let her hand drop to the hilt of her own sword and started to draw, knowing that she would rather risk a fight than not have something ready to defend herself with.


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Ben
 

Who: Hawkins

With: Gwen

Where: Merchant’s Square

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


The moment the woman began to draw her sword from its sheath, Hawkins’ was already making an arc for it. With the strength of his arm and the weight of his cutlass behind the blow, plus the leverage between the woman’s grip on the hilt, his blade sheared straight through that of his opponent’s, leaving the hilt in her hand, and the blade still in its sheath. He took a moment to ready his blade again, just in case she decided to press the attack anyways.


“Not lookin’ fer trouble, eh? I’d say that fancy poker of yers was trouble enough. Care to rethink those words?”


Hawkins flourished his blade, spinning it on either side of him. Sure, it was showy, but he wanted to make sure this woman knew exactly what kind of man she was dealing with.


“Last chance, lass. Walk away.”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 11:35 AM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


As quickly as she had a grip on the strange person, she lost it. The move jerked her forward, but she had a much steadier stance this time and didn’t stumble quite so much as she had before. And at least she got a better look at who she was dealing with. Even if that better look involved mostly just a large beard.


A sword pointed at her had Gwen backing away fast, keeping her hands visible to show she was unarmed. The rapier at her hip ruined some of the effect, but the intention was to avoid a physical fight. The chances of which were fading rather fast.


“Like I said, you ran into me.” A slight hint of an accent slipped through as Gwen answered, barely noticeable. It had been a long time since she had met anyone from the coast, but every time she did, her own accent started to slip back in. “I’m not looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it, either.” At that moment, she let her hand drop to the hilt of her own sword and started to draw, knowing that she would rather risk a fight than not have something ready to defend herself with.


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Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen didn’t catch what was happening until it was too late and all that was left in her hand was the hilt of her rapier and a couple inches of the blade. She was lucky he hadn’t hit her too. For a moment, she just stared at the broken sword, stunned into silence. Part of her wanted to walk away, to wash her hands of this stranger who clearly wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face. But part of her wanted to show him that she wasn’t about to be intimidated into backing down when it wasn’t even her fault in the first place.


So she threw the hilt at his head.


She didn’t even care if it hit him or not. But she was going to make sure he regretted starting something with her.


Gwen used the momentary distraction to attempt to get past the man’s sword and get a hold on his shirt. It was a dangerous move to get in close to someone bigger than her, but one that she hoped would surprise him enough to get him to back down. Her father had taught her long ago that she could stand up to bullies by getting up close and personal, so they had little room to move or react. Most of the time, it worked well. Except for on her brother, that is.


Glaring at the man, she finally answered, “Why would I walk away? Someone has to teach you manners.”


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Ben
 

As soon as the woman threw the hilt of her sword at him, Hawkins immediately began a flow of motion. The hilt was on a trajectory aimed straight at his head, one that he needed to change very quickly or risk serious injury. His sword almost seemed to move of its own volition and flicked to the left to block the spinning hilt. His sword clanged against it and it spun off to the side, thudding into the wall behind him. At which point he noticed that the distance between him and the woman had lessened considerably.


Hawkins felt her grab ahold of his shirt and pull him close, a technique he had picked up himself from his hometown. He allowed his gaze to settle on her own eyes, a fierce frown making up his expression. “Manners, eh? How about a trick instead?” With that, Hawkins dropped his sword and grabbed her wrist and shirt. With a roar, he did his best to flip her over his hip, using all his strength and weight to make sure she would almost fly past him. A little too late, he realized she had maintained a grip on his shirt. Glancing down he muttered to himself, “Shit…”


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On Mon, Feb 11, 2019 at 10:27 PM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen didn’t catch what was happening until it was too late and all that was left in her hand was the hilt of her rapier and a couple inches of the blade. She was lucky he hadn’t hit her too. For a moment, she just stared at the broken sword, stunned into silence. Part of her wanted to walk away, to wash her hands of this stranger who clearly wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face. But part of her wanted to show him that she wasn’t about to be intimidated into backing down when it wasn’t even her fault in the first place.


So she threw the hilt at his head.


She didn’t even care if it hit him or not. But she was going to make sure he regretted starting something with her.


Gwen used the momentary distraction to attempt to get past the man’s sword and get a hold on his shirt. It was a dangerous move to get in close to someone bigger than her, but one that she hoped would surprise him enough to get him to back down. Her father had taught her long ago that she could stand up to bullies by getting up close and personal, so they had little room to move or react. Most of the time, it worked well. Except for on her brother, that is.


Glaring at the man, she finally answered, “Why would I walk away? Someone has to teach you manners.”


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Larissa Jones
 

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen knew she should have realized her plan would backfire. The man was too fast and too stubborn to let her have the last word about anything.


As soon as he moved to throw her, her instincts kicked in and she held tight to him. The last thing in the world she needed was to end up unarmed and on the ground with him still standing. So in the split second she had as she was falling, Gwen tugged him forward with her and twisted.


The move was intended to bring him down and let her land on her side, potentially giving her a shot at rolling away. Instead, his weight and momentum (and perhaps his own desire to not land face first on the ground) caused them to do a complete spin and come crashing down, with her landing squarely on his stomach. Unfortunately, it also meant that her shin slammed rather painfully into what she saw was a buckler that had been hidden under his cloak.


After a hiss of pain, she sat back slightly, feeling a strange sense of deja vu. A memory tickled the back of her mind, a story that she hadn’t thought of in a very long time. And a distinct feeling that even though she looked like she had the advantage, it was quite the opposite...

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Ben
 

As soon as he felt himself being pulled, Hawkins pushed forward as well, increasing the spin between them in such a way that he ensured he would end up on the ground, and her on top of him. He had learned from a young age that most people assumed being the one on top meant they had the advantage. He had also learned that if you know just the right movements, that advantage quickly went away.


As his back hit the ground, he could just make out the rattling of armor from around the corner. Armor in the King’s City usually meant knights or guards, and both would be bad in Hawkins’ case. So, as quickly as he could, Hawkins arched his back and pushed off the ground with his legs, effectively flipping his would-be assailant over his head to land on the ground behind him. He leaped to his feet and grabbed his cutlass, checking the alley. He could see the guards moving toward them now, drawing their weapons as they did. Looking to the woman, he said, “Ye’ll need to be faster than that, little Minnow,” and no sooner had the words left his mouth than memories of his childhood came rushing back to him.


He had had these fights before. Several that played out exactly like this one. And he had said those words at the end of every single one of them. He did a double take at the woman on the ground, her features flooding his mind. The way her hair laid across her shoulders, how her eyes seemed to pierce straight into his. Even the way she moved like she had been born on the coast. This woman couldn’t be anyone else but his long lost little sister! And he had just placed her in the middle of his own troubles.


He reached a hand for her, braced to start running as soon as he could. “But right now, ye’ll need to be fast enough to keep up. Come on!”


On Tue, Feb 12, 2019 at 12:55 PM Larissa Jones <inkflamewriter@...> wrote:

Who: Gwen

With: Hawkins

Where: Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City

When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


Gwen knew she should have realized her plan would backfire. The man was too fast and too stubborn to let her have the last word about anything.


As soon as he moved to throw her, her instincts kicked in and she held tight to him. The last thing in the world she needed was to end up unarmed and on the ground with him still standing. So in the split second she had as she was falling, Gwen tugged him forward with her and twisted.


The move was intended to bring him down and let her land on her side, potentially giving her a shot at rolling away. Instead, his weight and momentum (and perhaps his own desire to not land face first on the ground) caused them to do a complete spin and come crashing down, with her landing squarely on his stomach. Unfortunately, it also meant that her shin slammed rather painfully into what she saw was a buckler that had been hidden under his cloak.


After a hiss of pain, she sat back slightly, feeling a strange sense of deja vu. A memory tickled the back of her mind, a story that she hadn’t thought of in a very long time. And a distinct feeling that even though she looked like she had the advantage, it was quite the opposite...

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Larissa Jones
 

Fears proven true, Gwen found herself slamming into the ground mere moments after landing on top of the man that seemed hell-bent on causing her trouble. Too stunned to move, she took a second to remember how to breathe. But then she heard the clank of armor and knew that if she didn’t get up, she was likely to get arrested right alongside her opponent, regardless of who started the fight. It wasn’t like she had been trying to get into it with him, but he just grated on her nerves.

Concerned as she was about not getting caught, Gwen took the man’s hand as soon as he reached out and let him pull her to her feet. Then they were running as fast as they could down the street. It wasn’t until they slid around a corner into a small alley and started heading for the next main street that the pieces started to fall into place.

Hand to hand combat had never been her specialty and her brother had enjoyed proving it to her time and time again. It had always irked her that she could never seem to prove to him how capable she was. And she might have thought it was crazy to even consider that she might have finally found him, but he was the only one in the world who ever called her Minnow. If it was him, though, why didn’t he say so? And what was he doing here of all places?

When she finally had the breath and the nerve to say something, she asked, “So, you going to tell me who you are now that you’re about to get me arrested? Besides the ass that broke my sword, that is.”

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