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now. does anyonein this accursed city i once again find myself inHAPPENTOH AVE ANY Smithing tools orpossiblysomeungodlypowers capable of MELTINGSTELEEEL (withoutharmingflesh prefeably? I seemtobesomewat encurmbererered.
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....ere, hopefully this thing is listening to me now. God's blood, young lady, you just gave me the shock of my life..er, death, when I heard your voice come out of this little box.
Well, if this contraption can record my voice, that makes things a damme sight easier. What I said was: Is there anyone in the city with either the tools of the er "magical" power to remove a set of manacles from one's hands?
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I'm sure there is. You can get practically anything in the City! At least...that's the way it was last time. I dunno whether it's still like that. You need a hand, mister?
[ooc: *attempts to stuff Gillette!muse into a trunk* ._. damn you.]
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Don't suppose you could point me to the nearest blacksmith or possibly cracksman with a sizable set of lockpicks, young lady? If not never mind, sure I'll run into something/someone sooner or later.
[[ooc: If you do, do I have to subtly flirt like the Norrington who came between the last time I rped and this time did?
You know, I don't think I understood the sentence I just typed.]]
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You know you can use your voice to talk instead of trying to type, right? Button on the side makes it work.
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*click*
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Sort of. Okay, try again. This time hold it down.
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And how rude of me not to introduce myself. Mirka Fortuna, Duchess of Moldova. A pleasure to make your acquaintance ♥
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And Beckett? Dear Lord, I hope not. Bowing and scraping to that mincing bastard for a comission was bad enough without having to suffer his company for all eternity. If I see him back here I shall run him through every morning at nine-o'clock sharp to keep him out of mischief, and with no small amount of pleasure do it again when he returns from the dead.
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And this time you've returned without that vile little dwarf. Thank the Gods! Not the ones here... Better ones.
Should he arrive, I will support you fully in this daily stabbing endeavor.
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Mad as a box of badgers, the whole place.
[[sigh]]
Speaking of mad, where's that blind twin of yours? Still here?
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Captain Barbossa, I presume. I hope I find you well.
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Fer shame, master Norrington. Let's us each at least be honest with th'other.
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