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I expected that there would be more for us to do, if we are indeed here for a war. Not for us to sit and idly wait until these monarchs have need of us.

[ Spoken like someone who doesn't trust them, she has little respect for those who use kidnapping to force others to fight for them. She's not used to this, not having things to do. Despite losing her shield, and the bit with the imps and fae last month - Aveline feels, well. Restless. Unsure of what to do with herself, and she doesn't like it. Might as well try to make something of it. ]

If anyone in Caer Glaem is trained with a sword, I wouldn't mind a partner or two to cross blades with. And if there are those who would like to learn, I'm not against giving you a bit of training, assuming you can provide your own gear. I could honestly do with something other than waiting around for whatever is to happen next.

One last thing, I'm having trouble contacting a friend of mine, in the other castle. Messages have not gone through, I was hoping someone could let me know if they have seen her? Marian Hawke. Short black hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to make terrible jokes at every turn.

rube

[it's been three months and it's the first time ben has ever broadcasted over the network. he hasn't quite figured out to keep his 'announcement' to just one of the courts, and maybe he doesn't care. he'd prefer it if he could just stay under the radar forever, but that would be unrealistic. the locket is settled on a table in front of him, and he appears to be in the bailey.

the question seems to be quite a feat for him as he speaks, because there's a certain amount of stress to his words. he tries to keep it light, but it's hard for him.]

Name's Ben Hawkins, and I need work. Don't gotta be paid, just need somethin' to do. Don't care if it's just movin' books or a table. Leave me a message, whatever you gotta do.

[his tone reeks of exasperation, even boredom. he's desperate. he shrugs his shoulders, lips pressing together and brows furrowing.]

Maybe even a few sword lessons'd be nice. [asking for help is hard] Ain't askin' for much, just-- just in case I need it.

[he pauses, awkwardly, as if he doesn't know what else to say. how do other people usually end the feed? they just turn it off, right? he hesitates, reaching for the locket, and finally--]

Bye.

[and the feed shuts off.]

huge_egomd

[House is standing outside, the Station in the background. He has a mildly puzzled expression on his face.]

Anyone seen Daud recently? Big guy, doesn't talk much, no sense of humor. Last I knew he was here at the station but since people seem to have been dropped into places they didn't intend to be lately, I suppose he could be anywhere. Or nowhere. I'm trying to figure out which.

If he is gone, I call dibs on his stuff. [Well, it's not like Daud's going to need his stuff if he's gone.]

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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