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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is not in a good mood. The situations with Angela and Blodwen are combining to send him into a worse and worse temper, especially since he doesn't know what to do about either of them.

He's sitting by the Bar, eyeing the lake door and considering going outside to see if running until he's too tired to think might help.

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[futures_of_ash]

It's probably not the best time for someone of the empathic persuasion to step through the lake door. Her motions were smooth and unconsciously graceful until she raised her eyes to meet Sharpe's, flame and compassion clouding the clear emerald.

She doesn't know him, no, but she's headed his way.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Even in a terrible mood, he can still be something approaching polite. He doesn't ignore her, anyway, nodding a greeting.

[futures_of_ash]

She nods in turn, arching an eyebrow as she looks him over "You're not having the best morning" she stated quietly.

"Can I help?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Depends. Can you get back a kidnapped girl when nobody knows where she is, or do something about that witch Rowlands?"

He's always been blunt, though he's careful not to mention Angela's name.

[futures_of_ash]

"Probably" she admitted. "But I meant more for you" she admitted, sitting without waiting to be asked "You can't be thinking that clearly right now, not under all that emotion and stress..."

"But tell me what you need done and I'll do everything I can"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"The lass isn't really mine to ask for", he admits reluctantly. "And with any luck she'll be let go soon anyway, they've done what was wanted. For Rowlands, though... I want her punished for what she did to my friend."

[futures_of_ash]

She mused quietly a moment "She hurt Wellard." she stated simply. "You only have to ask, when you decide what to do and i'll bounce her off walls."

It's odd, but just sitting near Rachel issoothing, she seems to radiate calm and strength as easily as she breathes, stealing away anger and stress...

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"It needs to be official, when it happens. Can't have anyone breaking the rules to punish her, if we can help it."

[futures_of_ash]

"Well, if you want to deputize, I'll happily accept" she chuckled mirthlessly. "And I'm good at following orders...otherwise, I leave it to you and my brothers"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred is also in a shit mood as he walks through the bar and out of the door, for at least half the reason that Sharpe is, if only from the opposite end.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe glowers at him from his spot when he sees him, and makes no move to go over. Yet.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He feels the glower and, just before going out the door, he raises an eyebrow at Sharpe.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

He was thinking about going out anyway.

So it's nothing to do with Mordred when he gets up, a few minutes later, and follows. Really.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Sure it's nothing to do with him, that's why Mordred's positioned himself so he can keep an eye on the door.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

And Sharpe's not spoiling for a fight, either. And if you believe that...

"Mordred."

It's a greeting, more or less, though there's no warmth in his voice.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Mornin', Sharpe."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"How're you?"

Perfunctorily.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"I'd say you look like I feel," says Wells, as he comes into the Bar in search of morning tea, "but frankly, I don't feel that much on edge."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe looks up and nods to him.

"Morning."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells places a hand on the Bar and murmurs, and the tea is there. "Trouble here, or trouble outside?" he asks as he picks up the cup.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Here. It's been quiet outside."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Wells glances over the Bar. "I can believe it. Anything I might lend a hand with?"

He very much doubts it, but he's not entirely without courtesy.

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"'fraid not. The one's not really mine to talk about, the other... out of your league and mine."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

That gets a nod, and a few minutes of quiet.

"Generally I find in a really tight situation, it helps to beat the fuck out of something," he notes. "Or kick, anyways. There's a heavy bag and a football..."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

That actually gets a very slight smile.

"Think I could do with something like that, aye."