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pack hunting (or... give a dog a bone)

Jun 15, 2007 13:17

Who: Duncan MacLachlan, Agatha Bole, Caleb 'Cain' Cam (NPC)
What: On Greyback's trail
Where: The Blayde Inn, Yorkshire
When: afternoon, Saturday, 18 October 1997
Status: Complete ( Read more... )

agatha bole, duncan maclachlan

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agatha_bole June 15 2007, 05:55:09 UTC

"Me? You are kidding, right?" she scoffed. "I clearly got to the apparition point before you did. And they say women take too long to get ready."

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her robes and looked about her. It was definitely a far cry from the Bole home, and those about her looked in serious need of sobering spells and heavy scourgifies. However, she instinctively slouched a little more, her head tilting, and blending in more than she normally would.

"Which direction is the Inn?"

augury_duncan June 15 2007, 06:03:53 UTC

"Your keen observation skills are as sharp as ever." Duncan gestured in the direction of the Inn, which was a little ways down the road, about a minute's walk away. One or two patrons lingered in its small courtyard, having either just finished their business there or debating whether to start the afternoon with a bit of drink.

He slid his hands in the outer pockets of his robe and set off toward the Inn. A few of the town's residents glanced at them, but quickly turned away whenever their gazes were met.

"And you only got there first because you yanked on my sleeve."

agatha_bole June 15 2007, 06:09:39 UTC

"Well, you may have spent your life skulking about such neighbourhoods, but as you so enjoy reminding me, I'm still rather new to this - particularly when compared to someone of your... experience," she finished with a grin.

She followed him along, avoiding the looks of the men they passed. Any woman making eye contact with the men around here was simply looking for trouble, and though Aggie was more than capable of taking care of herself, starting a brawl before they'd even arrived at the Inn was far from conducive to a successful interrogation.

Besides, if she was patient, maybe she'd get to beat up somebody after they were finished.

"And I did not yank on your sleeve," she said, rolling her eyes. "i was simply keeping you from running into the wall. You know, I think a man of your age should get his eyesight checked more regularly," she teased.

augury_duncan June 15 2007, 06:32:19 UTC

"Aye, very witty."

They reached the courtyard. The cloying scent of rum and whisky reeked off of the two lingering patrons, who shot Duncan and Agatha suspicious looks, then broke away and ran unsteadily down the street. One of them stumbled to a halt, turned, took a shaky breath:

"'ey there, little girl! Tell me your hourly rate then?" He laughed, slapped his knee a few times, and nudged his companion, who managed something of a smirk.

Duncan regarded them for a moment, then wrenched open the door of the Inn.

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agatha_bole June 15 2007, 17:06:51 UTC

"Well, Cain didn't seem to be complaining. Perhaps I should have taken him up on his offer and 'interrogated' him in private," she said, watching Duncan from the corner of her eye, searching for a reaction to her words. The man was so bloody stoic all of the time, and despite herself, she often found herself doing and saying things if only to see a crack appear on his stiff veneer.

"Though perhaps you're right, I do need practice," she sighed. "It could be fun, with the right person to practice on."

augury_duncan June 15 2007, 17:14:09 UTC

"You do need the practice," he agreed, sliding his hands in his pockets and staring off at a particular ramshackle hovel. "He saw right through your act almost immediately."

As for her other comment and loud sigh. It was interesting to watch in a strange, unexplainable way. Nothing to raise ire about, but interesting all the same.

"We should break for lunch about now. I'm thinking the fish and chips shop down the street."

agatha_bole June 15 2007, 17:26:32 UTC

"Well, how could he not with you entering at my side?," she replied a little indignantly. "I wasn't aiming to seduce information from him - just distract him to make his lips a little more loose. Men's minds tend to be in one place, you know." She turned her head to Duncan and raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least most men's. You, on the other hand, likely haven't had a thought of that sort since the last time the Cannons won a game."

She turned back to the road before her, her head lifted high in dignity. The bugger, couldn't even react like a real man just once, now could he. So stuffy, stiff, and blase about everything, stoic until the very last. There were times she simply longed to ruffle the man up, to see whether or not he was a real man beneath the stone mask he wore day-to-day, to see if he could smile or laugh or... But such were not thoughts to be had on one's partner, and she quickly relegated them to the back of her mind ( ... )

augury_duncan June 15 2007, 17:40:19 UTC

Agatha marched on ahead of Duncan in a huff, a tirade even, and he smiled behind her back. Now that he rather liked: the high spirits, the passion that flared up seemingly out of no where, before she snuffed it out almost as quickly as it arose. Even her pointed, obvious jabs had an endearing, amusing quality to them.

It was worth it, the little comments that riled her up just so. But that was a bad way to think, a dangerous, stupid way to think, and Duncan was not a stupid man. Not about these things.

He made his facial expression read as casually interested in the conversation when she turned back to him.

"Aye, it's on me." He nodded. "And I can't stand the cole slaw. You're welcome to my portion. Meet you there." He turned on his heel and Disapparated.

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