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Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 11 - 14.
Where: All purpose district 1 & 2, the carnival.
Format: WHICHEVER.
What: THE TOURNEY.
Warnings: Will be individually marked if necessary ( Read more... )
When: May 11 - 14.
Where: All purpose district 1 & 2, the carnival.
Format: WHICHEVER.
What: THE TOURNEY.
Warnings: Will be individually marked if necessary ( Read more... )
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That's five ten ivories a kiss, folks.]
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When she walks by the kissing booth, she stops and looks at it. If you were to ask her, she still didn't see why Arthur had to make such a fuss about it. It was just a snog. Tonks shrugs her shoulders, shakes her head and then starts to walk in the direction she'd been heading previously.]
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After a moment, she schools her features back into a practiced smile. Yes, this is easy. See?]
I should thank you for the support.
[Perfectly even. Not even a tremor in her voice. She traces her finger along the edge of the jar, taps it and continues to smile.]
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The woman has a certain patrician beauty about herself that reminds Tonks of her extended family. It sort of creeps her out a bit, enough that she's really not interested in a snog.]
No, thank you. I'm sure you're a swell snogger and all but I only have a few ivories to spend.
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--had she just said---
...of all the things to misinterpret.
Blinking, mouth opening and not finding the words. (What was this, the gift of the fucking pair of them?) The very thought of it elicits a laugh - silvered, bitter little thing.]
I'm not hawking my wares, Nymphadora.
[ The wince doesn't waver the smile that's returned to her lips, doesn't even reach her eyes, but her finger pauses in its tapping at the jar.
No, Not-Nymphadora. How could she have forgotten that? Dora? Too familiar. What then? Miss Tonks? Just Tonks? She shouldn't have to bother with courtesy, ( ... )
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[Her comment could have been casual but the expression on her face is anything but.
When had she ever stated her given name over the Forge network? Had she? No. She hadn't but Remus Lupin had. In that moment, she realizes that what she say over the network is or can be visible to others. She'll have to be more careful from now.
But then, there is also her tone. It isn't just that she says her first name, it's the way she says it. She says it like she knew it would bother her, like she is familiar. When she combines that with the way Lust is looking at her, studying her, it more than makes her uncomfortable.
Tonks opens her mouth to speak. She surprisingly thinks about it and decides to back off. There's enough strangeness with Anatole and the people she already knows. She doesn't want it from a stranger, at least not a stranger who looks at her the way Lust is looking at her now.]
Sorry. I think I'm going to be on my way now. I've a show to put on, you see. Have a nice
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[Damn.
A tiny huff of irritation at herself, at the situation, and at whatever else decides to present itself as such a fucking complication as she props her chin onto her elbows and scowls.
Nymphadora.
Really, is that what she'd said aloud? Ridiculous of her to have addressed the other woman like that, and anything but what she'd intended. When had everything gotten so turned around?
Now there was a question she thought she knew the answer to, but the more she examined it, the more things became blurred, crossed and obscured. A hard and brilliant thing to draw her in - but with too many facets to comprehend. Too many answers and none of them clear.
She's silent as Dora speaks. She recognizes this look - the uncomfortableness she's usually so keen to generate - but in this instance isn't happy in the least.
Not here. This is unwanted and it makes her feel small and petty and wrong, because she should have known better. And yet she'd spoken without thinking.
A moment later and she can't be sure if it wasn't on purpose. So ( ... )
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How is she supposed to react to the personal nature of this? Confrontation? No. Tonks does not know what she could be getting in to. Ignore it, no, he can she? Leaving is the best option and she's going to take that route.
After she's walked a few years, Tonks turns her head in the direction of the kissing booth. She gives both the woman inside and it one last parting look. She will not be coming back to it.]
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[He strolled on up like the king of the Faire himself (sorry, Arthur; he’s been at these things before, which is WAY more important than having LIVED it, ha!) before slowly stopping out in front. Fingers drifted over the strings in a noisy display of somewhat laughable dexterity, before he tossed the guitar behind his back and let it hang there by its obnoxiously colorful strap. Hands found the lip of the booth, and with a smirk, he leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.]
So. Can I get a sample so I know what I’m paying for?
[Even though he has a fairly good idea. Fairly. Good. The more freebies, the better.]
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You think I'd make you pay?
[Damn right she would, but hey, it's half price. That's more than most people would get. There are a few she'll charge double just because she can. Or at least she'll try.]
A sample. [Leaning over the booth now, with a grin.] How about instead...
...we show these motherfuckers how it's done?
[Never stop teaching her phrases, John. Also? A quick scan to see if Arthur's in the vicinity. If he is? Well, have a passive aggressive slightly meaningless kiss in your face, (actually someone else's, but whatever) your highness. She doesn't actually check if Remus is in the area, though.]
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He'd memorised the layout of the fairegrounds in advance, to make quite specifically sure he didn't just stumble into her this way. But something had moved or been miswritten or he just wasn't good enough at ephemera on maps…
He sees her thus engaged and looks quickly away. Then makes sure he isn't seen.
It's not as if she's done anything wrong. Not to him. Not like he's done to her.
He'll come back later. By choice not accident. He swears he will.
Even if it's more difficult than it has any right to be-than he has any right at all-to see her kissing someone now.]
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avoids.
(and still he has no idea about what's going on between her and Lupin and - he doesn't even know Tonks.)]
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