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[twoeyesonthesky]

There was a time when every single death was mourned with full force by everyone in the community, but it hasn't been that way in a very long time. An outsider might think it a paradox: as the number of people left in the castle drops, the more important each one becomes- but at the same time, the community-wide grieving decreases. It makes more

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[one_eyetothesky]

Creedy loves it.

He supposes he's not really all that good of an actor, but it doesn't really matter. He gets into it and holding the "sword" feels good, battling against something feels good. The bar, the place with all the trees and the people who seem to think that fighting a dragon is a lickety-split sort of job (and you can guess which one of the two he appreciates)... well, it feels pretty far away when he's here, but he remembers what Quinn'd told him and some of the people he'd met there (it still sort of panged in his chest when he thought about meeting the Brigadier) and doing this sort of thing?

It feels good.

It feels good after pulling a charred body back to the castle to dress up like Luke Skywalker (or as good of an approximation as they've been able to cobble together), the White Knight.

[twoeyesonthesky]

There's another real sword in the armoury now, in case there's ever some freakish reason for it, but when it comes down to it Quinn's plenty happy to have a go at Creedy with props that're older than their audience. Someone's got to be the bad guy, after all. The kids deserve a villain that somebody'll eventually be able to beat, and frankly Vader had better lines than Luke any day of the week.

Besides, he likes doing the voice.

[one_eyetothesky]

The kids are caught in the spell, deep enough that he almost feels badly about the bit that's coming up.

That said, Darth is Luke's father.

And Luke is really easy to distract for the removal of his hand and all...

[twoeyesonthesky]

Are they ever. The audience shock's enough that Creedy has to give a momentary demonstration of his hand's condition; Quinn actually feels a momentary pang of pride at that. It's not great acting by any stretch of the imagination up here. It's just magic.

On the big reveal about his parentage, the White Knight is appropriately shocked. More magic, if the kids' little gasps are anything to go by. Ha. Let Lucas beat that, if he ever could. Quinn reckons that's the best place to leave off for the night; the rest of the movie's harder to do with just the two of them, and it's better to give the kids something to hang onto instead of what happened outside today. So he pulls up short and nods to Creedy that it's time to finish things up.