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Who: applelimber & oathbroken
When: Early Afternoon.
Where: Not far from the Patrol HQ
Format: Action
What: Helen meets her new patrol partner...who looks a little bit like her old patrol partner.
Warnings: language, innuendo. who even knows.
[Another day, another patrol partner. Helen could argue that she doesn't actually need a partner. She's not the strongest Claymore, but she's strong enough to handle most of what the mist throws at her alone.]
[But patroling alone is boring. Helen likes company: laughter and chatter, even if it's just an audience for her own, as is the case with Deneve. But Deneve has the advantage of having known Helen for years. She doesn't even have to speak. Helen could guess her every response and continue on accordingly.]
[Not so with the last guy who was her partner, Princey. Like Deneve, he was a little on the serious side. Sometimes too serious. He seemed to think he knew it all, even when he didn't. His tavern tales never ended with someone's pants around their ankles. Worst of all, he didn't know enough about cakes.]
[So when the Prince's old patrol partner returned, Helen was almost excited to be given a new one, and was now meeting this person that she'd get to hara--err, spend time with for a few hours each day, all for the good of the city. The switch was for the best, since golden-haired swordsmen in shining armor really weren't her type.]
[Helen finally catches a glimpse of her new partner approaching, the early afternoon sun glinting off of his-]
[Well, shit.]
When: Early Afternoon.
Where: Not far from the Patrol HQ
Format: Action
What: Helen meets her new patrol partner...who looks a little bit like her old patrol partner.
Warnings: language, innuendo. who even knows.
[Another day, another patrol partner. Helen could argue that she doesn't actually need a partner. She's not the strongest Claymore, but she's strong enough to handle most of what the mist throws at her alone.]
[But patroling alone is boring. Helen likes company: laughter and chatter, even if it's just an audience for her own, as is the case with Deneve. But Deneve has the advantage of having known Helen for years. She doesn't even have to speak. Helen could guess her every response and continue on accordingly.]
[Not so with the last guy who was her partner, Princey. Like Deneve, he was a little on the serious side. Sometimes too serious. He seemed to think he knew it all, even when he didn't. His tavern tales never ended with someone's pants around their ankles. Worst of all, he didn't know enough about cakes.]
[So when the Prince's old patrol partner returned, Helen was almost excited to be given a new one, and was now meeting this person that she'd get to hara--err, spend time with for a few hours each day, all for the good of the city. The switch was for the best, since golden-haired swordsmen in shining armor really weren't her type.]
[Helen finally catches a glimpse of her new partner approaching, the early afternoon sun glinting off of his-]
[Well, shit.]