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<blockquote data-quote="Wolv0rine" data-source="post: 6286861" data-attributes="member: 9045">FrellaFrella steps down from the sedan to the Laggo's back, then down to the floor, looking around at the Good Works around him and smiling serenely before turning to the girl with a curt nod.&quot;Yes, the Lord Bishop awaits.&nbsp; Let us continue.&quot;...SmytheSmythe looks down the barrel of his musket at the 4 soldiers with muskets, back straight, no tension apparent in his body, keeping the other 7 in his peripheral vision.&nbsp; After a breath he raises his head and a half-smile spread across his face without ever touching his eyes.&quot;You boys seem to have found yourselves in a predicament.&nbsp; You're down to an 11-to-1 situation, and that just isn't going to be enough to see you back home the way you're going, because I am THE Scout-Captain Sean Smythe.&nbsp; Maybe you've heard your mothers or older sisters talking about me, or surely you spent the ship-ride here listening to your officers telling stories of my adventures.&quot;Smythe cocks the musket's hammer back with his thumb.&quot;Either way, whoever gets the bullet's going to be the lucky one.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wolv0rine, post: 6286861, member: 9045"] [b]Frella[/b] Frella steps down from the sedan to the Laggo's back, then down to the floor, looking around at the Good Works around him and smiling serenely before turning to the girl with a curt nod. "Yes, the Lord Bishop awaits. Let us continue." ... [b]Smythe[/b] Smythe looks down the barrel of his musket at the 4 soldiers with muskets, back straight, no tension apparent in his body, keeping the other 7 in his peripheral vision. After a breath he raises his head and a half-smile spread across his face without ever touching his eyes. "You boys seem to have found yourselves in a predicament. You're down to an 11-to-1 situation, and that just isn't going to be enough to see you back home the way you're going, because I am THE Scout-Captain Sean Smythe. Maybe you've heard your mothers or older sisters talking about me, or surely you spent the ship-ride here listening to your officers telling stories of my adventures." Smythe cocks the musket's hammer back with his thumb. "Either way, whoever gets the bullet's going to be the lucky one." [/QUOTE]

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