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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 27, 2016 11:41:52 GMT -5
[YO I love Hamilton!]
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 27, 2016 12:19:32 GMT -5
join ussss
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 27, 2016 12:25:50 GMT -5
[Hehehe I'd love to, maybe I will x]
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Post by amberice on Nov 27, 2016 22:52:41 GMT -5
Gregory sighed, glancing down at Romero. He couldn't stay angry at the eager young man. There was so much hope and determination in Romero's eyes, he hated having to be the one to drag him back into the reality of their situation. At the mere mention of direct involvement, Gregory put up his hands, head shaking as he immediately dismissed the thought, "Now now, you know my rule. I keep watch, I shelter whoever needs a place to hide out, and I support you however you need me. But I've got my girls to think about." Ever since his wife had passed, Gregory had been determined not to let anything happen to his daughters. Being caught and hung as a traitor to the Crown would make it rather hard to protect them and he had no intention of leaving his children to be orphans. As they approached the Green Dragon, he moved a step ahead and opened the door, holding it for Romero, "But if things get much worse, perhaps I'll have to reconsider my stance. As it stands now, I will not risk everything on missions of mere annoyance." .
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 27, 2016 23:37:36 GMT -5
Isaak turned his head at the stranger's voice, maintaining a friendly grin and nod up in her direction. "Doctors? Yes, you have the right ones!" he agreed, sparing a brief glance in Audrey's direction. She only held nurse status, but she was studying under him and there was a small glimmer of pride in her eyes at being called a doctor. Then with the sniff, Isaak leaned back away from Mitzi, eyebrow raised in confusion behind his glasses. Usually he was the one doing the sniffing around these parts. "Ah yes well, it grows back very fast, shaving does not do much," he laughed, raising a hand to scratch at the scruff on his face.
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Post by BB-8 on Nov 28, 2016 1:45:11 GMT -5
Romero pouted. Seeing as he was currently one of those individuals in need of shelter, he had, of course, met Gregory's family. Observing how they all interacted with each other, he could hardly wish to have the man help out. "Yes, yes, I'm aware. But the war is coming, you know. It's inevitable." Romero, an intelligent individual, had been reading everything he could get his hands on. Most seemed to agree that this war was going to happen sooner or later, and it wasn't like Britain was easing any tensions. Especially with these most recent acts! From what the Sons had been discussing, all the states' committees wanted to help their Boston brothers in some way. "Did you know New York is scared? They think Britain'll do the same to them." He was referring to the closing of the harbor. Reaching the Tavern, he gladly stepped inside and giving Gregory a quick nod and smile of thanks. The tension of retaining heat immediately drained from his body, pulling off his heavy garments and soaking in the warmth of the homely pub.
Mitzi wasn't visibly satisfied with that answer. "Huh." She practically grunted, surprisingly sharp gaze searching his face before stepping back. "Not keen of overtly hairy men. Bad memories perhaps." With a smirk, she lifted her drink to her lips. "But what can one say of Hesse-Cassel?" Her distinctly French accent didn't particularly follow this logic. "Selling out men to Britain, 's though they're nothing more than pieces on a chess board. A slew of expendable pawns." She shook her head, obviously lost in her thought, until someone else entering drew her attention away. Spotting the rowdy Sons who she had seen run off earlier, she waved. They looked... cold. But that was the less interesting part of the group. Because behind them had entered some other woman. Mitzi quirked a brow at the sight. She sauntered up a bit closer to her. "Well aren't you a vision. A fresh one, too. Not often you see a woman traveling on her own. Entering a tavern on her own! Or, did those guns help you get off that rope?" With a wink, she added, "You're not the only one to try that, mademoiselle."
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Post by amberice on Nov 29, 2016 0:01:05 GMT -5
"I'm well aware." Gregory grimaced as he closed the door behind the last of the group as they straggled in. The gravity of the situation hadn't escaped him, but he was doing his best to keep it away from his home for as long as he could. Walking over to a table in the corner, he sat down in one of the creaky wooden chairs, letting out a long sigh. He waved to the man tending bar, receiving a nod of recognition and a few drinks were brought over a minute later. He picked up his and began to slowly sip at it, some foam gathering in the dark curls above his mouth. He held out one of the other drinks for Romero.
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