Who: The Baron and Carrot What: A meeting of minds and blades, potentially Where: The Balaz/DeTamble Residence When: After dinner, Aug. 30th 2011 Rating: PG-13 Status: Closed/Incomplete
'Oh, that's much better!'Though he knew he was pushing it, revealing more of his strengths and abilities the longer the fight went on, just as it seemed he would fall the Noble dug his sword into the stone, using the momentum of his fall to vault into a flip, spinning twice in the air before landing, perfectly balanced on the low patio wall
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Now that was a move Carrot would be hard-pressed to match! A bit showy, but there was such economy of movement in Balaz's fighting style that he didn't sacrifice any attention or stability that Carrot could see
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"She is." Byron nodded proudly. "Though I can't claim to have taught her, I just make sure she continues to practice. Town regulations that state anyone who has not come of age requires a guardian. Alba has been living with me for over a year now."
The Baron led Carrot into a lavish sitting room that had seen a fair share of traffic in the last few weeks--rugs had distinct patterns of wear from the Nightwatch meeting there before each patrol.
"If you are curious about anything specific regarding the town, I'm about as well versed in it's operations as anyone--the police station is vastly under-manned. In fact, I was considering once our monster troubles die down talking to Detective Potter about converting the Watch into a volunteer police force. The laws regarding militia are incredibly convoluted in this era, however." He shook his head, pouring wine from a carafe into two ornate glasses. He offered one to Carrot
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So Alba was not the Baron's own child. Carrot had wondered. But now he had a new concern. "Sir, are you saying it's common for children to come here alone? To be separated from their parents?" Dwarfs had extremely strong family ties, and sentimental and deep respect for their mothers in particular. It bothered Carrot to think of children being pulled away from their parents the way he'd been pulled away from Angua and from his city.
Never mind the stack of letters to his parents that he had tucked away. He wouldn't give up his daily habit of writing to them just because he couldn't presently mail the letters
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"I am aware of four--three of which I've met. Alba is unique, however, as she possesses an ability that means she's often displaced in time--her arrival in this place marks the first time she's been displaced in time and space. Timothy Drake is another, he and Alba are...rather close. The boy seems polite enough but he's also intensely private, and I refuse to pry Alba for information." Though, with Alice's recent concerns, checking up on the boy more often wouldn't be uncalled for
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Coming from a world where such abstract concepts as Time and Death had actual, physical incarnations, it wasn't hard to believe that a person might have a habit of becoming unhinged from time. From the Baron's description, what Alba had might be more rightly described as a condition or even an affliction than an ability. If she had conscious control over it, then surely she could have taken herself home already. Unless ordinarily she could, and Aternaville's peculiarities were stopping her now
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The Baron led Carrot into a lavish sitting room that had seen a fair share of traffic in the last few weeks--rugs had distinct patterns of wear from the Nightwatch meeting there before each patrol.
"If you are curious about anything specific regarding the town, I'm about as well versed in it's operations as anyone--the police station is vastly under-manned. In fact, I was considering once our monster troubles die down talking to Detective Potter about converting the Watch into a volunteer police force. The laws regarding militia are incredibly convoluted in this era, however." He shook his head, pouring wine from a carafe into two ornate glasses. He offered one to Carrot ( ... )
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Never mind the stack of letters to his parents that he had tucked away. He wouldn't give up his daily habit of writing to them just because he couldn't presently mail the letters ( ... )
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