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[the_giantkiller]

*enter one rather large, scruffy-looking knight, looking around rather confusedly*

...Alanna, you haven't done anything odd, have you?

Typist: This is Sir Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak, commander of the King's Own, and all that, from Tamora Pierce's Tortall books. Re-intro, but same typist, because I thought he needed one.

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[fingersofleaf]

Percy waves--there are few people as friendly as Percy. "Hello. Are you all right?"

[the_giantkiller]

*waves back -- you wouldn't expect a man this big to be awkward at social functions, but he is* I'm fine, if a bit scuffed. Where are we?

[fingersofleaf]

"It's the Mansion." Percy beams and offers a hand to shake. "Me, I'm Sir Peredur, but just call me Percy, okay? What's your name?"

[the_giantkiller]

*shakes his hand, looking a bit awkward* Raoul. If you'd like all the fancy crap, it's Lord Sir Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak, but -- Raoul's a lot easier.

[snar_kay_knight]

Enter a second large, scruffy, no longer confused looking, giant killer.

"If you find that she's responsible," Kay remarks dryly, "do let me know. I'd like to have a word with whomever is to blame."

[the_giantkiller]

*scratches head* I'll do that, once I've pounded her three ways from Tuesday. *grins*

[snar_kay_knight]

A brow is raised, one might almost interpret it as 'contemptuously'. "Now sir, I was going to opt for a civil word and a way home, but I fear I should have difficulty if you damage the lady. Which would hardly be gallant to begin with."

No, Kay, won't tell him it's wrong to hit a woman, unless it inconveniences him.

[the_giantkiller]

*grins* I may have forgotten to mention Alanna's a knight in her own right. She could pound me right back if she wanted to.

[uncle_numy]

Typist: "Actually, he's Lord Sir Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak -- the king elevated him to the peerage in April. And it was only a twelve-foot giant." :-) *facepalm* Neil, get out of my head.

I doubt even Alanna could have constructed something like this. *smiles* Hello there.

[the_giantkiller]

Typist: OMG NEAL. *loves*

Well, how'd I end up here, then? Hallo, Numair.

[sirlady_knight]

I haven't. Have you?

Typist: DAMN YOU MANDY. YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT. I will not regrab Buri, I willnot regrab Buri......

[the_giantkiller]

No, but I figured it was you. You tend to be the odd type.

Typist: HE WOULDN'T SHUT UP AFTER ALANNA CAME BACK.

[sirlady_knight]

You're worse. I thought it was you.

Typist: YEAH, BUT NOW SHE WON'T SHUT UP. IT HURTS MY BRAIN.

[the_giantkiller]

I'm hurt! *sad puppy eyes* And besides, I don't have any --magic things that could possibly cause this, unless I suddenly got lost in the forest.

Typist: *wins, clearly*

[buriram_rider]

*OH. LOOK. IT'S HAMMERTIME BURI.*

Why do you always blame her right away?

Typist: I remembered. :D

[the_giantkiller]

...Because you're not here?

[buriram_rider]

Oh, of course. It's always my fault, and when it's not my fault, it's Alanna's. Why isn't it ever your fault. It usually is.

[the_giantkiller]

This time it isn't! I've no idea how the hell I ended up here, and it would be ridiculous if I got lost in the forest.