Ramon Salazar (
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Ramon's in the bar early, despite wishing he was still upstairs. But, things to do, and there are reasons why it's not a good idea to have weapons in his room right now. Something to do with the company.
Anyway, he's cleaning three pistols, a rifle and his sword. Bit tricky when one arm is virtually out of action but hey, he's got time and nothing else to do right now. Distractions would be welcome though.
Anyway, he's cleaning three pistols, a rifle and his sword. Bit tricky when one arm is virtually out of action but hey, he's got time and nothing else to do right now. Distractions would be welcome though.
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"You hurt your arm?"
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'No,' he says drily. 'Someone else hurt it.'
Which is true enough, if pedantic.
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There's a nod at the other side of the booth. 'Sit down if you like. How was your hangover?'
The boy's interest in the sword hasn't escaped him. He approves of that sort of interest actually. He's not really the type to tell people to be careful around weapons, even kids.
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"Not so bad. Made my brother's life miserable the day after, but that's nothing new." He grins. "Did you win?"
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'I'm still alive, that's a good indication. Unfortunately the other person is too but she's in the cells so not entirely a waste, I would say.'
He swears as his grip fumbles and the sword swivels away from him. 'Fuck.'
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"Need some help? I've cleaned plenty of swords before."
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'Hang on to that. Tight, I don't want it slipping, this isn't a normal sword.' He stares at the dried blood and curses that he hadn't done this while it was wet.
'Yeah, it was a woman. Both of the recent ones actually. Why, you have a problem with that?'
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The creature is eyed carefully. The last time he treated a cat as just a cat, he was almost killed. He won't make the same mistake twice.
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The black cat blinks at Ramon for a minute before jumping onto the table, making sure that he's careful of everything on it. There's another tilt of a dark head. "Merrow."
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There's a frown at the thing as it jumps on to the table. 'Want something, puss? I haven't got any food.'
Polite, until he can work out if this thing is just an animal or not.
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There's a dismissive flick of his tail. He then glances at the sword with a clear interest and moves a little closer to it. He's giving the guns very little interest.
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...of course, Random might beg to differ but that's a whooooole other thing.
He sticks a hand out to cross the creature's chest. 'Stay away from that. Hard enough to clean without getting cat hairs all over it.'
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The cat stops and watches Ramon a moment. If cat's could raise eyebrows, he would be doing so right now.
And then, because Doyle was never really good at taking orders from anyone but Queen Andais, his paw is reaching out ever so slowly towards to sword.
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Otherwise he would totally be there to inform Ramon that he did talk to Yrael and that Mel is also going to help against Desh-theire and wait for the explosion.
Begging the question: if Ramon gets mad enough without being violent, would he still turn into the kitty?
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*eyes taunter of Archie*
*flees to get ready for church*
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The sword is being eyed by a fourteen-year-old prince. No, not the one Ramon is currently handing alcohol to; this is his identical twin brother. Different clothes (Melehan only has trousars and a loose, undyed shirt one), but same features.
"Nice sword."
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Ramon blinks a bit, he can't remember if Melou said his brother was a twin or whether this is him again just being odd. But no, different clothes.
'Yeah it is. You must be the other one, I'm guessing.'
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Also, this twin? Has a sore back. Very sore, seeing as he got whipped the other day. The monks are very protective of their books.
"Aye, Melehan. And you are?"
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'Ramon Salazar. I've met your brother a couple of times.'
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"Ah. You were the one to get him drunk."
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He eyes Melehan languidly.
'Why, you want to try now?'
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At least where books, revenge and rebellion are not involved.
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