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[twoeyesonthesky]

There was a time when every single death was mourned with full force by everyone in the community, but it hasn't been that way in a very long time. An outsider might think it a paradox: as the number of people left in the castle drops, the more important each one becomes- but at the same time, the community-wide grieving decreases. It makes more

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[one_eyetothesky]

Creedy loves it.

He supposes he's not really all that good of an actor, but it doesn't really matter. He gets into it and holding the "sword" feels good, battling against something feels good. The bar, the place with all the trees and the people who seem to think that fighting a dragon is a lickety-split sort of job (and you can guess which one of the two he appreciates)... well, it feels pretty far away when he's here, but he remembers what Quinn'd told him and some of the people he'd met there (it still sort of panged in his chest when he thought about meeting the Brigadier) and doing this sort of thing?

It feels good.

It feels good after pulling a charred body back to the castle to dress up like Luke Skywalker (or as good of an approximation as they've been able to cobble together), the White Knight.

[twoeyesonthesky]

There's another real sword in the armoury now, in case there's ever some freakish reason for it, but when it comes down to it Quinn's plenty happy to have a go at Creedy with props that're older than their audience. Someone's got to be the bad guy, after all. The kids deserve a villain that somebody'll eventually be able to beat, and frankly Vader had better lines than Luke any day of the week.

Besides, he likes doing the voice.

[one_eyetothesky]

The kids are caught in the spell, deep enough that he almost feels badly about the bit that's coming up.

That said, Darth is Luke's father.

And Luke is really easy to distract for the removal of his hand and all...

[twoeyesonthesky]

Are they ever. The audience shock's enough that Creedy has to give a momentary demonstration of his hand's condition; Quinn actually feels a momentary pang of pride at that. It's not great acting by any stretch of the imagination up here. It's just magic.

On the big reveal about his parentage, the White Knight is appropriately shocked. More magic, if the kids' little gasps are anything to go by. Ha. Let Lucas beat that, if he ever could. Quinn reckons that's the best place to leave off for the night; the rest of the movie's harder to do with just the two of them, and it's better to give the kids something to hang onto instead of what happened outside today. So he pulls up short and nods to Creedy that it's time to finish things up.

[one_eyetothesky]

He looks over at Quinn after the bow.

"You starting off, mate?"

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Might as well. No, no, no, kids, bed next, prayers first..."

This room was a chapel, once. If you ran your eyes over all the walls you eventually found the oldest engraving in the place, hidden by long-ago renovations to the room. From the fury of the Northmen, o Lord, deliver us. It'd given them the idea in the first place.

"What do we do when we are awake?"

[one_eyetothesky]

"Keep both eyes on the sky..."

Creedy breathes in and watches the children.

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn nods, smilng. They know their part as well as he does.

"And what do we do when we sleep?"

"Keep one eye on the sky," the kids chorus back in their shaggy semblance of unison.

"And what do we do when we see them?"

[one_eyetothesky]

"Dig hard, dig deep, go for shelter, and never look back."

Damn right.

Creedy nods to Quinn and then lets a smile curl on his face.

[twoeyesonthesky]

"All right, now, bedtime, the lot of you-"

They're still protesting a little, but that's the nature of kids. They'll be protesting up to the moment they conk out in their bunks. Quinn watches them go, still smiling, and runs a hand over his face.

"I dunno about you, Creedy, but I could do with a drink about now. How's that rotgut of yours coming along?"

[one_eyetothesky]

"It'll rot more than guts," he answers with a grin before putting down his 'lightsaber' and heading for the tub.

"How much would you like to hate me in the morning?"

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Ah, let's go with half again as much as usual," Quinn says. His 'saber' and helmet join the other one. "I know my limits this time around."

[one_eyetothesky]

"It's been sitting for longer," he reminds before returning with a cup for them both. He takes a pull and winces as it burns the way down.

"Here you go, Darth."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"I'll live."

He does the same, and his face nearly folds in on itself.

"No I won't. Gah!"

[one_eyetothesky]

Creedy pats him on the back with a laugh.

"Ahh, the good life."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Do I want to know what you put in it this time?" Quinn shakes his head. "See if I let you near the hop vines come harvest season. You're a menace, so you are."

Not like he's in any kind of hurry to put the cup aside, though. It's been a long day.