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second quest § voice

[ Aragorn doesn't post often (actually, he tends to not post at all), but now he's talking on the network. It's only voice, and it's a soft, quiet one. Contemplative, if not for the steel hiding underneath it. ]

Near-thousand years ago, it was the time of the Kings. They ruled well, and in times of war, they gave their citizens many gifts. Their spirits must be kept, the Kings will say, and the soldiers must find reasons to return home. While the taxes rise to pay for armour and swords, the minstrels are well-paid to sing of the glories of war, and the victorious dead decorated well with honours.

[ A beat. ]

Now Tranquility takes the life of one of us, but some others have received bounty plenty. In items; in friends brought from home. [ Another pause. ]

What have you received?

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Your lessons must begin soon, sire.

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I ask if you will kill her for your brother's safety.

You're asking me to pick between the two of them.

[ And if she wasn't mad before, she's definitely bristling now. ]

[ He keeps his voice low, and calm. ]

Aye. [ Quietly. ] For you might have to. 'Tis rare that I hear of a thing being given by a stranger without anything asked for in return.

We're all fucking here, aren't we? It wants anything else, it's going to have get it over my dead body.

'Tis a dangerous vow to swear.

[ Don't make them take you up on it. ]

I'm already on its hit list anyway.

[ Fun story, Aragorn -- the more pissed off Jaye is, the more prone she is to making bad decisions and saying stupid things. ]

It's not going to make me lose either of them.

[ Not again. ]

[ Okay, Edgeworth has rubbed his temper raw and though the pillow fight helped, Aragorn hisses out his next breath. Each word is bitten off. ]

Will you hasten your death just because you see it on the horizons? Who will protect those you care for, Jaye of Coyote, if you are gone?

[ Her voice is a growl, more animal then human. ]

I'm not going to die. I'm not going to lose.

You- [ He stops suddenly and calms himself. There's a longish silence. ]

Do you give your word?

Do I give my word that I'm not going to die? [ Yeah, she's still not calm, so that is full of incredulity. ]

Yes.

[ She laughs, angry and bitter, because she knows it's a promise she might not be able to keep. Still-- ]

Yeah, you know what? Fine. Sure I fucking do.

[ He winces a little at the curse, though he knows not the meaning of it. But she is one of the beorn and Coyote, not one of Men, and so he says nothing.

What is more important is: ]

Keep it, Jaye of Coyote. { And that is the King of Men speaking. ] With as much will as you hold.