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[blackrandall]

I suppose the correct thing would be to introduce myself, would it not? I am Captain Jonathan Randall, of the Britsh army. *looks around, quite bemused, and hairflicks* I do believe I know a fair number of you. Jamie Fraser, it's good to see you again. I could say differently about your wife, though.

Typist: Do hope I got his rank right, my

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[je_suis_prest]

YOU. *quietly wanders off to plot dewm with Claire*

[blackrandall]

Fraser. *leers* How observant of you. *sneer* But then, the Scots were never noted for their brilliance, now were they?

[_mhall]

Is. THIS. The man?

[je_suis_prest]

Aye. It is.

[cherubino_page]

Travington???

[blackrandall]

.....No. I have no idea who you speak of. *cocks head* Though you seem an interesting enough lad.

[cherubino_page]

*Blinks and looks about in surprise* Just a page, sir... *Bows quickly and politely*

[antique_adonis]

*smiles sweetly* Well, we seem to have met each other earlier, but I'd feel horrible not to acknowledge you here... I'm Dorian Gray. But you know that already.

I find soldiers quite fascinating. I rather love their brutalness and harshness. *laughs* Is it horrible of me to feel that way..?

[blackrandall]

*raises an eyebrow* Yes, we do seem to have met before. *admiring glance* Can it be, has your beauty grown since I saw you last, godling?

*devilish grin* No, of course not. For how could one so fair feel anything horrible?

[antique_adonis]

Oh, dear sir, once again, you have left me starving for words. *laughs* How sweet you are..

Ah, sometimes I feel horrid things. Luckily, I'd never say them aloud. *smiles*

[sassenach_wench]

Oh holy shit.

*coldly* Captain Randall.

[blackrandall]

*short bow* Madame Fraser. A pleasure.

[miss_sharp]

It's always a pleasure to encounter one of our fine fighting fellows. Your dress seems rather antiquated, so I shan't inquire if you've heard of my former husband, who shared your profession and rank and on his better days, something of your deliciously roguish air.

[blackrandall]

*chaaarming smile* A pleasure to meet someone as fair as yourself, dear lady. Roguish air, hmm? Would you like to see how roguish I can be? *leer*

[miss_sharp]

A soldier and a flatterer. Already I find myself in danger of giving ground. As to the extent of your roguishness... I hardly prefer to leave such a thing to my imagination, as it is dreadfully overactive, and may very well endow you with larger assets than you actually possess.