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WHO: Fitzwilliam Darcy, Basch fon Ronsenburg, and any one else interested.
WHAT: Though the two had spoken over the journals, Darcy much prefered the old-fashion "meeting-face-to-face" concept.
WHERE: Outside of an inn
WHEN: Before the kidnapping of Claire
Darcy stepped out of the Inn, slightly readjusting his cravat, and then the rest of his clothes. He felt absolutely filthy, and he was certain he still smelled of sea-water, but he had no other clothes for the moment, so this would have to do. And, it was not like there were people from the same realm-- God, he still had trouble even comprehending that-- to watch his reputation of a clean, aloof gentlement go down the drain.
He'd suggested meeting Basch; he had not taken the time to meet any of the other misplaced civilians, as many had very bad tastes, and he was quite certain that they would never be able to talk about anything beyond the weather, if that. But Basch, and a select other few were different. He felt that someday, possibly, they would be considered friends, if Darcy remained in Rivelata for so long.
So here he was, standing stiffly outside the Inn, acting more sociable than he had since the ball at Netherfield. And that had definately been against his own free will. Those stupid Bennet sisters... But no, he should not think of such things right now. Other more pressing matters lay ahead.
WHAT: Though the two had spoken over the journals, Darcy much prefered the old-fashion "meeting-face-to-face" concept.
WHERE: Outside of an inn
WHEN: Before the kidnapping of Claire
Darcy stepped out of the Inn, slightly readjusting his cravat, and then the rest of his clothes. He felt absolutely filthy, and he was certain he still smelled of sea-water, but he had no other clothes for the moment, so this would have to do. And, it was not like there were people from the same realm-- God, he still had trouble even comprehending that-- to watch his reputation of a clean, aloof gentlement go down the drain.
He'd suggested meeting Basch; he had not taken the time to meet any of the other misplaced civilians, as many had very bad tastes, and he was quite certain that they would never be able to talk about anything beyond the weather, if that. But Basch, and a select other few were different. He felt that someday, possibly, they would be considered friends, if Darcy remained in Rivelata for so long.
So here he was, standing stiffly outside the Inn, acting more sociable than he had since the ball at Netherfield. And that had definately been against his own free will. Those stupid Bennet sisters... But no, he should not think of such things right now. Other more pressing matters lay ahead.