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[applelimber]

Who: applelimber & oathbroken
When: Early Afternoon.
Where: Not far from the Patrol HQ
Format: Action
What: Helen meets her new patrol partner...who looks a little bit like her old patrol partner.
Warnings: language, innuendo. who even knows.

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[oathbroken]

[Well, he isn't a Prince, anyway. But he looks every inch one regardless. He's shed his white cloak in favor of a deep red one - almost maroon, which hangs from the shoulders of his ornate, golden armor.]

[Jaime is without a helm today, letting the sun glitter on his golden hair. He is also notably absent a weapon of any kind, and his face tightens slightly when he sees her waiting.]

[...it isn't that he doubts her ability. Not exactly. After his match with Teresa, he is at least willing to give women the benefit of the doubt in this. But even so.]

[Is a male partner really that much to ask?]

And what is your name, woman?

[Really, why beat around the bush?]

[applelimber]

[And not far removed from royalty for that matter. Helen stretches her arms up, feels that unnatural give in them before folding them behind her head. Maybe the resemblances end at appearance. After all, Helen herself shares her hair and eye color with a great many in the city. She'll give him the benefit of the doubt and wait for him to speak.]

[Helen arches a brow when he speaks. Woman? Oh, she can just imagine what some of the others might respond with: insulted squeaks from Priscilla, even if she wasn't as squeaky as she used to be. A glare from Deneve, something cool from Irene, something sharp and faintly amused from Teresa.]

[From Helen?]

Ha! This is gonna be fun.

[She grins at him, because really, she likes this. The challenge of someone so different from herself. It makes things interesting - for better or worse.]

Call me Helen. What's yours? Or do I get to make up my own?

[oathbroken]

[...well, that's interesting. Did her arms just elongate?]

[It seems these women are, each and every one of them, something unique and interesting. And does every one of them have a different sort of gift?]

[Jaime clicks his tongue briefly, regarding her with his apparently somewhat lazy gaze. Casual, though there is something behind those eyes, sizing her up, taking her measure.]

Helen, then. I am Ser Jaime, of House Lannister.

[None of which means anything to her. The adjustment time continues.]

Jaime is well enough, I suppose.

[Another long, measuring look.]

I recently matched blades with a woman who referred to those like her as sisters. Blond, she was, and silver-eyed. I suppose you must be one of these sisters of hers?

[applelimber]

[Yeah, his title and his House get nothing more but an arch of one slender brow. But when it's just his name, her grin returns.]

Jaime, huh? Nice to meet you.

[Helen returns the favor, starting at his feet and working her way up as he looks down, gaze locking for that brief moment where it's curiosity and bit of a challenge combined.]

Yeah, we're all one big happy family.

[There's more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. It isn't just the disagreements that lace their numbers. 'Happy' isn't a word that gets associated with Claymores, even though the smile on Helen's lips would suggest otherwise. Neither is the word 'family' unless it's followed by 'was eaten.']

[But that smile fades when his words sink in, and her own silver eyes cast another quick up and down glance.]

Hey, where is your blade?