Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (
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milliways_bar2013-03-16 08:15 pm
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EP: Kate Barlow | Outside, Stables / Main Bar
It's been a long time since Beaut's had the pleasure of startling the bar with her presence. The front door admits the five-foot cowgirl and her mount, obviously on their way someplace else, depositing them smack dab in the middle of the bar.
Beaut snorts.
"Oh, come now. S'good t'be back, ain't it?"
Kate wins an ear twitch for her trouble. With a chuckle, she sets about navigating the tables and chairs — and waitrats, we mustn't forget them. She'll get Beaut resettled out in the stables and check on the stock, and once she's done there she'll find a calendar. Once she knows the date and has stopped to look for messages in the stables, at the board, or with the Bar, she'll settle in for a while.
Then again, it's such a beautiful evening out. Maybe she'll take advantage of the lingering light and give Beaut a proper ride up the mountain path.
[ooc: I'm so sorry for inundating the bar! I did try to space everything out. ~sheepish~ Post open indefinitely; catch Kate anywhere you like, she'll be making her rounds and she's in a great humor.]
Beaut snorts.
"Oh, come now. S'good t'be back, ain't it?"
Kate wins an ear twitch for her trouble. With a chuckle, she sets about navigating the tables and chairs — and waitrats, we mustn't forget them. She'll get Beaut resettled out in the stables and check on the stock, and once she's done there she'll find a calendar. Once she knows the date and has stopped to look for messages in the stables, at the board, or with the Bar, she'll settle in for a while.
Then again, it's such a beautiful evening out. Maybe she'll take advantage of the lingering light and give Beaut a proper ride up the mountain path.
[ooc: I'm so sorry for inundating the bar! I did try to space everything out. ~sheepish~ Post open indefinitely; catch Kate anywhere you like, she'll be making her rounds and she's in a great humor.]
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Her tongue goes dumb.
It's just that she's been carrying ghosts since that day. It's just that going to New York with Tommy woke those ghosts. Rattled her. Made her recognize something's wrong.
It's all wrong. Everything's wrong.
She blinks away the memories of that blood red sky and the dying horses, the sounds of her gun and his blade, the smell —
"Guppy never told me how she was conceived," she chuckles, proud that the sound escaped her. "He's always gotta do things different, doesn't he?"
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"They never fail to surprise; of course they would bring new life from such destruction."
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She smiles, though a touch soft.
"I'm sorry I missed the shindig, though. I would've been glad t'be at your side, as I was then."
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The way some observe great wars.
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"That's what my father — "
She hesitates, glancing away.
"Sometimes he'd hum the songs they sang durin' the war, but if ever I heard 'im he'd draw himself in an' refuse t'tell me the lyrics. He never much talked 'bout the war. Said singin' of it made him feel tarnished."
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"I wonder if the songs of our day will outlive us, an' folk of the future'll sing the things we dare not utter aloud."
She blinks, offering a sheepish smile for the use of 'outlive'. 'Outlast' perhaps would have been more accurate.
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They've nearly made it to the back door without incident when a waitrat carrying a few fresh salads wanders a touch too close to Beaut. The quick mare sticks her nose in one of the plates, nimbly lipping up the greens.
"Ah! Beaut, no!"
Unaffected, the mare blinks up at her as if to ask, what?
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"Oh, that horse!"
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"M'sorry, sir. She's jus' a bit peckish, y'see."
The waitrat chitters, clearly unimpressed. Well, since he's not moving off, Beaut figures she might as well go in for seconds.
"Beauty, cut it out! Ah, m'sorry, m'sorry. Jus' put it on my tab?"
She garners a little rat huff and a little rat storming off.
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"Beauty, honestly. M'sorry, Teja. Clearly she ain't always graceful or polite."
Stern face.
Beaut flicks her ears, huffing. Seeing as how her snack is gone, they can resume their trek to the back door. Kate sighs.
"You'd think I never feed her. Ah, m'sorry — where were we?"
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She chuckles softly, shaking her head. Beaut is looking rather indignant, as if she'd just been scolded for doing them a favor. Which, in a way, Kate supposes she had.
She rubs her cheek as they reach the door outside.
"Then let's talk 'bout somethin' else. I left a gift for you some time ago. I trust that y'received it well?"
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There is a rare, sudden softness on Teja's grim face.
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It does her heart good to see the grimness break so often. To know that he has found happiness, despite his protests.
"I really must meet your fiance. I had t'trust that she wouldn't mind the gift, not knowin' her tastes. Of course, she is a unique mate."
God, Goddess, Trickster — of course Teja would reach for the stars, and snatch one.
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"No lady likes t'be constantly fussed over. Trust her. If y'trust her as much as y'love her, you'll both find your way."
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She catches Teja's eyes.
"Embarrassment fades away. Knowin' your mate don't trust you t'take care'a yourself tends t'stick. An' I know that ain't your intent — I'm jus' warnin' you t'be careful it don't end up lookin' like it is. Those who truly love you will love her, too. I won't put her on the spot."
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