o1 ✍ sharpe's introduction ✍ voice + video

[sharpe]

voice;

Money in cards and saying me rifle’s been changed.

[ Except that’s not actually how he says it, it’s more like: munneh in cards and sayin’ me rifle’s been changed. Sheffield, Yorkshire haunts the streets of Exsilium now, thanks to one Richard Sharpe. ]

The only cards I know of are those given by weasely merchants looking ta fleece more money out of you. But you ain’t asking for money, are you? Yer asking me to fight with me blood and sweat, and you ain’t even decent enough to give me a half-ration of rum, or even a proper King’s shilling.

[ Thud. The sound of rifle on stone ground. There’s a soft shuffling sound and tapping of fingers on the screen of the tablet. The video switches on. ]

video;

Me name’s Richard Sharpe. [ Blond hair, green eyes, a scar on his upper left cheek. His lips are twisted into a scowl, and at the edge of the screen, you can see the edge of his Rifleman’s jacket. Have a picture.

If you met him during the masquerade, he's a lot cleaner now. Face-wise anyway. You can actually see what he looks like underneath the layers of dirt, and his hair isn't just a layer of dust anymore. ]

If yer name's Patrick Harper, I suggest you get yer arse over here before I shoot it off you.

Comments

[sharpe]

Not outside of a battle.

Have you seen a battle, lad?

[fitful]

[ scoff. ]

Seen plenty. Never with one of those things, though. [ another gesture at the rifle -- or, er, the tablet's screen. ]

[sharpe]

Aye? So what did yer soldiers use? Swords of some sort?

[fitful]

Sword, shield, spear... fists... uh... each other.... [ satero might've picked up someone and hit someone else with them a time or two, what of it ]

[sharpe]

... You don't look strong enough ta pick up a man. [ Eyebrow. ]

[fitful]

Excuse me? [ Satero looks and sounds SO OFFENDED. He puts both hands up. ] I could pick you up, no problem.

[sharpe]

How's that possible?

[fitful]

I'm nearly eight feet tall, man!

[ okay, more like six foot seven. close enough. ]

[sharpe]

[ PAUSE. Then he gives a low whistle. ]

Aye, you don't need guns much. Can you run, quick-like?

[fitful]

Quick enough. [ satero leans in, and grins. ] Can you?

[sharpe]

I don't give up me secrets easy, lad.

[fitful]

[ knuckle crack. ]

Bet I could find out, though. Pretty easily.

[sharpe]

[ He laughs. ]

You got ta work on yer threats if you want 'em ta have any effect on me.

[fitful]

Oh yeah? [ IT'S ON NOW, RIFLEMAN. ] Richard Sharpe, was it? I'll remember you.

[sharpe]

Alrigh'. But you haven't given me a name.

[fitful]

Fair enough! Satero e Ankhar. 'n I'll be seeing you around--

[ he's about to leave it at that, except. oh yeah. a thought. he blinks, widening his grin. ]

Good luck finding your friend, too.