(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. ]

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[parallels]

Thought so. Well, practically neighbors then. Representing the North.

[She crosses her arms and rocks on her toes slightly. She feels homesick deep within her stomach and it aches.]

And London too, I suppose.

[greenjacket]

Been a while since I've seen either. Tell me -- how do they fare? Is London still so crooked as it's ever been?

[ ...as if he had to ask. ]

[parallels]

Dunno about crooked. [Her grin gives it away though.] But busy. Definitely busy. Exciting too. Mostly expensive.

[greenjacket]

Expensive! You've been visiting the wrong streets, lass.

[ except looking at her more closely, she seems a pretty and sweet thing. too good, he assumes, for the rookeries and the slums. she may even have all her teeth. ]

[parallels]

Believe me, I haven't. London's probably a bit different from how you remember it.

People come here from different times and places.

[With an emphasis on times.]

[greenjacket]

So I'm learning. [ a grumpy sigh. ] What's the year, then? For you?

[parallels]

2013.

[Sorry, dude. Even if it's hard to be apologetic about the year it is.]

[greenjacket]

...A full two hundred years in the difference. Bloody hell.

[ he doesn't even try not to swear, really. such a leap deserves it. ]

[parallels]

Yeah.

So Quite far ahead. I won't give away any spoilers. I promise.

[greenjacket]

...Spoilers?

[parallels]

Erm.

Giving away too much about the future. You know.

[greenjacket]

...Like spoiling an ending for someone? [ he wonders -- trying to pick apart the term. trying to put it in simpler words than just spoiler. ]

[parallels]

Exactly like that.

Except real life instead of a story.

[greenjacket]

[ the thought of farming fresh minds for information about the future had not even occurred to him until now.

so: ] ...Which means I reckon you must know who wins the bloody war, unless we're still fighting it centuries on.

[ a small part of him would not be surprised. ]

[parallels]

Right.

That would be a spoiler. A possibly very bad spoiler if you end up... [A pause as she recalls what the queen said.] If you end up leaving.

[greenjacket]

Though -- I suppose I don't need any spoilers, miss. I know who'll win.

[ he's confident. ]