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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 17, 2013 22:03:07 GMT
Angel parted her lips to speak, to say any of the things that would have comforted her in that moment, but instead just cocked the dirty smirk of a pirate that she was so comfortable playing and shook her head.
"I'll be using you as a shield as and when it comes to it, Mr. Sharpe. Can't be tarnishin' my reputation for immortality."
And then she started up the path, quietly, swiftly, moving with a resolve she knew would die down if she gave herself the chance to think about it.
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Post by Taya on Apr 17, 2013 22:18:07 GMT
Jack grinned and shook his head, wishing she was telling the truth. He followed her up the path and as they drew closer he slowed down. Stepping in front of Angel, Jack dropped his hood and approached the guards at the gate.
"Tell your master, Lord Johnathan Stiles, is calling to inquire after his daughter. Specifically, on the subject of marriage." He said to them in a superior tone.
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 20, 2013 14:33:04 GMT
Angel bit her lip, unseen, as the guards glanced at each other and one of them gestured silently for Jack to follow them with a small bow, leading up to the house and opening the door, causing a man seemingly older than time itself to shuffle out of a room to the left and greet them. Angel knew him to be the estate manager and her head was spinning with the nostalgia.
The wide open entrance hall was high with wooden panelling and smelled of burning oil lamps. An old rug, intricately woven, led the way from the front door to the large oak staircase which led up to another corridor overlooking the entrance hall, where several cautious maids were peering over the banister.
"Mr. Mayall is currently bedridden but I shall see if he wishes to hear your address. If not, would you care for a room to be prepared, Milord?" the elderly estate manager's voice reminded one of a dusty breeze rather than any normal sound.
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Post by Taya on Apr 20, 2013 14:41:34 GMT
"Yes, thank you. A room after my travels shall be a welcome sight." Jack said with a nod to the estate manager. "But only if I am unable to speak my troth."
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 29, 2013 15:09:52 GMT
The estate manager bowed his head again and headed up the ornate staircase and to the left, through a doorway that Angel knew led to the west wing of the house.
"Mr. Jeffers," she said, leaning forward to whisper to Jack. "He's been the estate manager since the start o'time, I think..."
She leaned back, standing nervously, impatiently, until Mr. Jeffers returned, still showing his age with every step.
"The Master of the House sleeps now and we are not to disturb," he said with an apologetic bow of his head. "However, I am certain he will hear your appeal in the morning. For now, let me show you to a room, Lord Stiles."
He led the way back up the stairs and to the right, into the East Wing that Angel was less familiar with, stopping before a door and opening it to a pleasant, though not extravagant, suite.
"Would you like me to accommodate your footman with the other servants?" he asked, and Angel's eyes went wide. She hadn't considered that possibility.
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2013 17:30:06 GMT
"That will not be necessary. My bodyguard always stays with me." Jack said not even blinking. He was a little annoyed that they couldn't see Angel's father right away, but they would make a plan as soon as they were alone.
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 30, 2013 14:04:57 GMT
Mr. Jeffers nodded once, mutely, before giving a small bow to the supposed Lord and leaving the room, heading downstairs in the same doddery fashion. Angel exhaled sharply and collasped onto the bed face-down with an unpleasant groan.
She rolled over and looked at Jack, pushing her hood down and shaking her head. To all obvious appearances she seemed furious, but below that mask there was a clear and severe concern.
"It's going to be a lot harder to get out of here in daylight," she said, still scowling.
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Post by Taya on Apr 30, 2013 14:28:04 GMT
"Then we'll sneak in there tonight, Once everyone is asleep." Jack said. "I have no intention of out staying our welcome. Angel," he took her hand "You know this is bloody crazy." He grinned at her.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 4, 2013 9:51:07 GMT
Angel rolled her eyes to look at him, grinning in spite of herself as she sat up.
"And you were of course suspectin' complete sanity from me, right?"
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Post by Taya on May 6, 2013 11:08:14 GMT
"Well there's not much else we can do for now." Jack said, a wicked smile playing across his face as he eyed her up and down.
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