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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones drifts downstairs. He seems relaxed enough as he orders some fajitas and an iced tea. He doesn't bother looking round much as he settles in at a central table, unaware of anyone who may be seeking him. Perhaps he looks a little more distant than usual, but he's just your typical quiet, mysterious adventurer eating some Mexican really.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon s'Ffalenn, Tier's'Ffalenn, Master of Shadows, and Desh-theire's bane is not a large man. He is, however, a formidable one. Which is why, knowing that this is the person who spoke of Svava's personal inhibitions without her will, he simply walks up to Jones and slaps him across the face with a single black leather glove.

The right glove; meaning not to the death.

[alas_alas]

An Echo in a new outfit twirls over and gives him a big hug.

"Evening, Indy!"