EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar, Library (age spell plot)

[ikissdhimbck]

It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.


Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.


[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

Comments

[ikissdhimbck]

Why, isn't he lovely?

You'll have to pardon young Kate; she's never seen a Native American child before, and certainly never one of his tribe. Chenoa, the Tonkawa man who works for her daddy, would be sighing at her right now if he was here.

"Hello."

She smiles softly, watching him around her bound volume.

[lifethatisscratched]

Ratonhnhaké:ton jumps a little, we won't lie - but he recovers quickly.

"Hello."

Beat.

"Are you new here? I do not think I have seen you here before."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Don't be frightened."

She closes her book, leaning on her hip to face him.

"Yes. I–I suppose I am new here."

[lifethatisscratched]

"I am new here too. A little less new than you, I think."

He pads over to sit in front of her, knees pulled up to his chest.

"My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton. What is yours?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Her blue eyes grow in size.

"Katherine."

She chews on the inside of her lip, wondering whether it's impolite to ask her next question.

"Do–do you have a nickname?"

[lifethatisscratched]

He shakes his head. "A man here calls me Luc. But my mother never does."

Beat.

"The man is always so sad with himself. So I try to help."

[ikissdhimbck]

Her brow creases.

"Who is this man? D'you like the name Luc?"

[lifethatisscratched]

He shrugs. "He is called Javert, and he is from a place called France. That is all I am sure he has told me."

A beat, as he considers her second question.

"I do not like it as much as my birth name," he says. "But it is easier for him to say, so I do not mind him using it."

[ikissdhimbck]

"France! Gracious me, I've never met anybody from France. I would ever so much like to someday."

She wonders what this man has to be so sad about; when she thinks of France she thinks of golden halls and cobbled streets, and lush farmland.

She hesitates.

"Do you mind it when people say your name wrong, Rohan-r-ratonh-hake:ton?"

She turns red.

[lifethatisscratched]

He shakes his head. "Not too much. I know many people here can't help it."

He shrugs. "But you try to say it right, and so I do not mind."

[ikissdhimbck]

She breathes a sigh of relief, but her face remains pink.

"I'll do my best. I like learnin' new things an' hearin' new languages. There's a man who works for my daddy who's tryin' t'teach me Tonkawan."

She scoots a little closer.

"Um. What tribe are you from?"