(sharpe's locket) ♖ video: open to all courts

[greenjacket]

(ACCIDENTAL VIDEO)

...Bloody hell.

[ the locket is propped open on richard sharpe's lap. it catches the lower half of his face and shows a steep-angled frame of one green-jacketed shoulder as he works: trying to transplant a second charm from it's own chain onto the locket's. why carry around two bleeding necklaces when they can be consolidated?

but the chain slips in his calloused fingers and he swears a second time. bugger. ] I should sell it. [ he talks to himself. ] Or else let Pat handle the fool thing. He likes talking. Talks enough for the both of--

[ again, something tumbles; slips; goes awry. sharpe drops another string of strong oaths. ]

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(PURPOSEFUL VIDEO, LATER THAT DAY)

Who in Caer Glaem's got some scissors I can borrow? [ he doesn't want to ask the damned fairies; don't make him ask the damned fairies. he'd rather the damned fairies didn't even exist! ]

And while we're at it -- [ huff ] -- speak up if any of you poor sods are British army. Either bloody court.

[ he can't yet decide if it will be a windfall or a disaster if he and patrick are the only poor bastards to find themselves absent without leave from their own army. a windfall if he finds some he can order around, he supposes. and a right pain in his arse if he comes across anyone whose rank exceeds his own.

and lacking in many graces, major richard sharpe fails to identify himself. he just sits and glowers at the locket with a scarred face and an impatient expression. ]

Comments

video--later that day

[all7seas]

Oi -- British army?

[Okay he hadn't known that there were any actual REAL people here. Not like King Arthur's sister and Jack Frost and bugger all else.]

....From Great Britain?

[greenjacket]

No, mate. From bloody Timbuktu.

[ yes of course from great britain! are you stupid, you strange long-haired man... ]

[all7seas]

You don't look Timbukish to me, mate, and I'm one as would know. Are you in the habit of hanging men?

[Might as well find out whether his neck will be stretched at this man's hands, given the chance.]

[greenjacket]

...When the stupid buggers have earned it, aye. [ but he sounds weary. tired. drained. clearly, he doesn't like the thought of hanging. but sharpe knows the army cannot march without discipline, and he will hang a rapist as quickly as he will clobber a thief.

what he doesn't do -- tries not to do -- is flog a man. ]

[all7seas]

[Good. Jack hates floggings.] Think I'll be steering clearish of you, then, no offense meant. Which is thoroughly possible, as I'm speaking to you over this lovely locket!

[greenjacket]

You're not a man of mine; I'd not care enough to hang you.

[ he'd just as soon slice you in two, though. that's how you deal with trouble-makers who aren't under your command. ]

[all7seas]

Well YOU'RE not a man of MINE. So. SAME.

[greenjacket]

[ flatly: ] Then it sounds as though we're too men in the rare position to have no quarrel with one another.

[greenjacket]

BE A MAN!!!

now with the right account

[greenjacket]

also it's sharpe with an e please thanks

/anne of green gables hair flip