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Jan 07, 2011 17:26

WHO: Nimue (druids_bane) and Percival (keepsaken)
WHERE: Her store in the Village, then elsewhere
WHEN: Quarter to 1pm
RATING: tba
WARNINGS: None for the moment.
SUMMARY: Denial, as they say, isn't just a river in Egypt.


After the events of New Year's Eve, Wesley was feeling more conflicted than he thought possible. They ran through his mind in bits and pieces like the product of a broken projector, and it made concentrating on work through the week all the more difficult. On top of still being unsure if he was, as his dreams and as people had told him, Sir Percival, son of King Pellinore and knight of the Round Table at Camelot, things had only taken a turn for the worse.

Despite looking forward to the possibility of sorting at least something out with this Nimue, who he'd taken to researching just in case, he very nearly passed right by the storefront before realizing the store name and backpedaling to slip through the door as a customer stepped out.

Here goes, the former knight thought to himself as he edged inside all the way.

percival, nimue

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