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Post by Soprano on Sept 19, 2010 13:22:43 GMT -6
“Eh, anything you would wanna know, you can learn while fightin’,” he said with a shrug.
Truth was, he’d always been more muscle-bound and fighting was about the only thing he was really good at. Football, too, but you don’t do much of that when fighting the scourge of hell.
“What? Oh, my eye? Yeah, I’mma be fine,” he said with a knowing chuckle.
He scratched his cheek under the swelling, it was starting to drive him crazy, he’d have to go put a steak on it or something.
“Well, you ready t’ go t’ the Leader’s Tent? They wanna talk withcha,” he said, absently poking at the papers and books Dante left behind.
He wondered briefly if Camille had found all these by herself; that confused him. She had seemed like such an action girl, not a bookish nerd. He thought about making fun of her for it, but he refrained, not wanting to sustain more injury.
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lillium
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Post by lillium on Sept 19, 2010 15:16:05 GMT -6
Camille nodded, and remembered what Dante had said about Sergio failing spectacularly. She just shrugged, then. "Makes enough sense," she said after a pause. She got up, and nodded again, to him talking about his black eye. She still wondered how he had gotten it, although now she could probably guess why after talking with Dante and wondering about it for a moment.
"Yeah, of course I'm ready," Camille answered him. She actually didn't read much- She could really only stand to read books when they were about history. But despite this not being about history, she still thought it might be worth knowing. After all, Dante had seemed a bit exasperated explaining things to her, and Camille hated being out of the loop. Sergio's first impression had been correct, however, she was much more of an action girl than a bookish nerd.
"Are we gonna get going, then?" she asked. If the head honchos wanted to talk to her, that was good, right? As long as she didn't get a black eye. Camille frowned, although she doubted it if her theory was correct.
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Post by Soprano on Sept 20, 2010 1:47:50 GMT -6
He was completely oblivious to what she was thinking of him right now. He didn’t think anything of his black eye, but seemed pretty pleased by it; it was kind of a ‘you should see the other guy’ badge. Even if Camille had told him that Dante thought he was kind of a failure, he wouldn’t have argued too hard. Dante was scary, even among the Seidhrfolk.
“Badass, they’re wantin’ to get a look atcha,” he said with a silly grin.
He stood up from the bench, eying the pork once again, but decided against it. He was glad to get away from the books; glad she wanted to get away from them, too.
“Yeah, le’s go, they get kinda pissy when they’re waitin’,” he said with a chuckle.
He scratched his chest while leading her out of the tent and toward a smaller tent off to the side. Conall would be waiting inside; Sergio didn’t know he wasn’t waiting for Camille.
((Go ahead and post in the Leader's Tent, Loli))
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