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[poisonwine]

Today, Belle feels like shooting stuff. It only happens once in a blue moon, and usually when it does, she simply takes a job.

But the job she has lined up specified that no guns were to be used. Beside, she feels like taking more than one shot.

So, there's a assassin lounging in a tree, taking potshots at birds as they fly by. Each bullet kills, but it's a challenge every time, simply because she's not as good with a rifle as a knife. Don't even bother giving her a pistol, either.

However, if you're wondering what the noise is, she'll be happy to talk.

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[poisonwine]

"War's as old as de guilds. Mebe his father remembers, 'n' he has been a big help. But it's jes' recently ended."

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe nods.

"Good luck, then."

[poisonwine]

She nodded. "'Nough 'bout dat. . .'s depressin'. Y' Feel like lunch, or breakfast, or whatever it would be f'r you?"

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

"Why not. Breakfast'll do." He smiles.

[poisonwine]

She returns his smile. "Bon. C'mon den."

The rifle is shouldered, and she starts off toward the Bar.

(Fade here? Or keep going?)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

[ooc: fade works. :) thanks for the thread!]

[poisonwine]

(Thank you, too!)