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[creepyfangirl]

Enters a young lady in a long black gown to match her long black hair. Her skin is pale, as though she doesn't see the sun much. She is quite pretty.

She sweeps forward, bringing with her a scent of lilies and formaldehyde.

"Well, that took long enough. Has anyone seen Sir Lancelot?"

[Hellawes the Sorceress, from Le Morte d'Arthur. She, uh

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog glances up from her tea, eyebrows raised.

"Chances are if you wait long enough, he may find you."

[creepyfangirl]

"Perhaps. But more likely if I wait in a place where he happens to be."

[cywyllog]

"It seems you are in luck, then"

[creepyfangirl]

"Is it so?" Inasmuch as someone of her melancholy appearance can perk up, she does so.

[knightly_affair]

Here, then, is the knight she's looking for, giving her a bit of a wary look. "I am here."

[creepyfangirl]

"Ah, sir!" brightening. "How come you here?"

[fingersofleaf]

"Hi! I dunno where he is, but I seen him a coupla times."

[creepyfangirl]

She looks up at him, wrinkling her nose slightly -- she is a sorceress, after all, and virtue makes her itchy. "I thank you, sir."

[fingersofleaf]

"Yep." Percy beams. "You need anything?"

[sir_agravaiting]

Already present, a young man in a surly expression. "Thank God, I have not, at least not lately."

[creepyfangirl]

The lady very nearly pouts. "That is uncourteously said."

[mildmajesty]

Quietly, "Who is't who seeks him?"

[creepyfangirl]

She turns smoky eyes innocently on him, and curtseys low. "I am called Hellawes, good sir."

[mildmajesty]

He returns her curtsey with a stiff bow. "Sir Lancelot is often about, and more oft disappearing, I find."