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[ The feed switches on suddenly, image nothing more than blur of images and sounds, it is pure luck that it stills to focuses (haphazardly) on a woman ─ wild eyed and pale, gasping, with leaves still in her hair. She levels the tablet with a dissatisfied look, debating whether or not to toss the cursed thing or inspect it further.
The latter would be harder giving her present condition and any curiosity she may have been feeling has been burnt away by exhaustion and anger.
How dare they ─
The camera jerks suddenly and she lets out a pained cry, tablet falling out of her hand to skid across the ground far from her reach. Though, to be honest, the device is the least of her concerns right now. ]
Emrys. [ She grits her teeth, and pushes herself up from the ground. (off camera)
Too proud to ask for help, too stubborn and angry to realize she needs help. My, what will we do with you, young lady?
So enjoy the view of the top of some house and the sky, for that is all you shall be getting. At least until the feed shuts itself off. ]
The latter would be harder giving her present condition and any curiosity she may have been feeling has been burnt away by exhaustion and anger.
How dare they ─
The camera jerks suddenly and she lets out a pained cry, tablet falling out of her hand to skid across the ground far from her reach. Though, to be honest, the device is the least of her concerns right now. ]
Emrys. [ She grits her teeth, and pushes herself up from the ground. (off camera)
Too proud to ask for help, too stubborn and angry to realize she needs help. My, what will we do with you, young lady?
So enjoy the view of the top of some house and the sky, for that is all you shall be getting. At least until the feed shuts itself off. ]
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Aye. Stay there, ma'am. [ He moves to switch off the connection- then remembers his manners. ]
Please.
[ It takes him the upwards of half an hour before he finds the street, but she's recognisable enough. Not only from her look and dress, but her bearing as well. Sharpe hasn't known of many ladies in his life, but she sticks out like a sore thumb.
He approaches her. It's strange, really, to know the look of someone, to have spoken to them- and yet have not met them face to face until now. Sharpe gives her a short nod that jerkily turns into a bow. ]
Major Richard Sharpe, at yer service. Milady.
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The waiting does little for her mood, but she swallows her annoyance and pride, reminding herself this is necessary for her survival, necessary for her revenge. It is a shield she needs, a shield to take any blows that may be aimed at her.
She frowns at him when he arrives (too long, he took too long), looking him over properly her grip on her tablet tightening slightly.
Major? A soldier is he? Well, she certainly picked her shields well. ]
Morgana. [ Richard Sharpe, a strange name, but one she will commit to memory. Along with his face. ]
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Please ta meet you, Lady Morgana. [ He gives her a small nod- and he looks at her. Really, really looks at her, taking in her pale features. ]
There's a hospital or medical tent somewhere 'round here. [ He looks at her again. ] It looks like you need it, ma'am.
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How wonderful.
Though the mention of hospital (she does not know what that is) and medical tents (it sounds familiar to a point) instead as her tensing, head shaking causing leaves to fall from her hair. ]
No, I have had my fill of physicians and their potions. [ They did nothing for her in the past, nothing at all. ] I need to get off the street.
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He wonders if he should argue towards getting her to some doctors, but he doesn't trust doctors himself. If she can still walk, she's fine enough. So Sharpe only shrugs. ]
If that is your wish, milady.
They house us 'round here. The woman who met me when I first came gave me the address ta the house. You have something of the same, milady?
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She shifts, pushing herself from the ground until she is standing, leaning heavily against the wall. ]
It is. [ It surprises her, she almost expected this man to argue against her choice like others had, but he doesn't. ]
Yes, I do. [ She nods, pushing herself from the wall and swaying. ]
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Tell me the number, ma'am, and I'll bring you there.
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Unit 1101.
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She's a beautiful woman, that's what she is. Haughty, of course, but that's the way the noble-born behave, and he's not surprised or put off by it.
He grunts slightly. ]
That's a bit high up from where I'm living, ma'am. [ Almost idly. ] But aye, I know the place.
[ And they start walking, a little unsteadily. ]
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He is well enough to look at, respectful and seemingly quick to listen to instruction. A useful tool if she had ever seen one. ]
Alas I had little choice in my housing assignment. [ In truth she isn't sure she wants to remain there at all. ] Good.
[ She lets him guide her steps, following to the best she can while leaning heavily against him, fingers tightening around the fabric of his clothes. ]
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He stops. ]
A moment, ma'am. [ He steps away from her, keeping a hand on her shoulder. Then he's taking off his green jacket. It's a thick, heavy thing, and though it's dirty and smells of rain and dirt and a little soaked- it's warm, and he drapes it over her shoulders. ] It ain't much, but it'll do until we get there.
[ And he's shoving her against his side again, waiting until she starts to move before they start walking again. ]
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It's wet but warm, it smells of the rain and the dirt and it makes her think of the hovel she had lived in the past year. The hovel she had shared with her sister as she wasted away.
Did she find herself a man full of chivalry as well? ]
Thank you. [ Her voice is small, unsure and perhaps even a little frustrated. She shifts against him, getting comfortable again before putting one foot in front of another, walking again. ]
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He shakes his head at her thanks, and the walked together in silence. The rain is coming down hard, and Sharpe spares a thought that he should probably find an umbrella of some sort around here. He's never bothered with them - rains come and go, but battles always remain, and he's found ways to fight even when the weather makes the powder wet.
It doesn't take very long before they reach the tall building where the apartments are. Sharpe ushers her inside, and though he can see no fire roaring, the air is warm. ]
Here you are, ma'am. [ Softly. He looks around. ]
Yer on the eleventh. [ Strange, that Man has managed to build such high buildings- ] Last I spoke ta the people 'round here, you have ta take one of those boxes ta go up.
[ Beat. ]
Or the stairs.
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The rain barely bothers her, aside from sticking her already messy hair to her pale skin, his jacket keeps her dry and warm (or dryer than she would've been). Nevertheless she shivers again from time to time, more due to the after affects of her now healed injury than the cold and rain itself.
The puzzles her upon entry, it is so much different from what she is used to, but it has walls and a roof she shouldn't complain. Even in the warm air she tugs Sharpe's jacket closer around herself. ]
Stairs. [ Morgana may not be strong enough to walk all those stairs, but she holds more faith in them than she does in a box she does not understand. If it falls she could not save herself or him. ]
We take the stairs.
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But it's the eleventh story, and though Sharpe has jogged up to the roof before - no soldier leaves his surroundings entirely strange to him - without panting, he doesn't think she will be able to do that.
He looks at her for a long moment. ]
I have a room right 'round here. [ Softly. His fingers twitch, but he resists the urge to tuck a strand of hair behind her eyes. ] It's only a few steps. If you like, you can stay there, milady, until you feel well enough fer the walk up.
[ A pause, wait... ]</small The door'd be open.
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Arthur is too proud of that, too honest, he wouldn't dare stain his good name with such a brutal act. Nevertheless, she does not want to risk it. ]
Very well.
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It can be asked later. Instead, he only nods, and they make their way to his room.
There's other people here, supposedly, but Sharpe hasn't seen either of them yet. He's been keeping away from the rooms for a reason. Now, though, he opens the door and pushes it in, listening for sounds- silence, and he ushers Morgana inside and leaves the door open, like he promised. ]
I'd get you some water ta wash with, ma'am.
[ There's hot water from turning on some strange metal thing in the small room with the white tub Mia Fey had told him is a bath (he snorts at the thought, involuntarily), and several wide basins. He grabs one and runs the water, staying close to the edge of the door so he can watch her. ]
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The sound of running water is enough to make her flinch and shoot a glare in it's direction, where she in a better state something would have exploded surely but as luck would have it nothing of the sort happens. There is so much here she doesn't understand, such as there being light when there are no candles, water without needed to go to a well (or river). ]
Thank you. [ She says it regardless of how empty it sounds, shrugging off his jacket to hand back to him mindlessly. Green eyes focused on the water running from the tap.
She has half a mind to ask what to do with it, instead she bites her lip and says nothing hesitantly washing the dried blood from her hands and the dirt from her face. ]
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Do you want ta tell me what happened, ma'am?
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If this man is to be her shield, why not make him sympathetic to her plight? Why not twist the truth to her advantage? ]
I was attacked.
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By whom, milady?
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My brother's men, knights. [ Not so much of a lie, there were many knights and soldiers, though she cut down most. ] They were to kill me.
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Yer own brother. [ Jane, he thinks. She reminds him of Jane, running from her own blood-uncle who is trying to get her married to some disgusting old merchant for the sake of his own money. Jane, before she becomes what she is now, no longer the sweet lady Sharpe has loved. ]
What is yer brother's name, milady? If he is here, I'll make sure he can't come near you.
[ It is an officer's duty. ]
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She manages a smile, grateful and relieved, when she is more pleased than anything. This is simpler than she thought it'd be. ]
Arthur. [ She begins. ] His name is Arthur Pendragon.
[ She hugs her arms close to herself, looking the part of the scared and hurt girl being wrongly hunted. Perhaps it is not necessary, from his words she has already hooked him to her plight, solidified his protection, but she does it regardless. ]
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Yer safe here, milady. I promise that, on me honour.
[ He closes his eyes and lets out a soft breath. When he opens them again, his green eyes are flashing in anger. ]
I know that name. Spoke to him before, and he calls himself a Prince [ he sneers at the title - he might not think much of a Prince Regent, but aren't royalty supposed to behave better than to send men to hurt one young lady? ]. There's a woman here, her name is Gwen.
[ Beat. ] Or something near that sound. She mentions knowing him. Do you know her, milady? Is she a friend of yers?
[ Sharpe doubts it, given the lavish praise Gwen has been piling upon that bastard Princeling. But he doesn't know much about this situation, and it can't hurt to ask. ]
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