Week 4; Sunday; Barnham

[alcobrawlic]

[ What a weekend. From trying to figure out who'd killed Barnham's roommate and... that weird circus guy, to having her roommate volunteer himself as a culprit, even if he hadn't killed either one of them, and coming back to an empty room after some odd weeks of walking in to Winston's barking and Whiskey Hour with Will, or Ezio's overly flirtatious attempts...

Sara doesn't really consider herself to be the sentimental type, and it's not as though she feels like crying or screaming at the sky, but at the same time... she doesn't feel like going back to the hotel right now.

So here she is, wandering around town with the air of someone who really doesn't know where the heck she's going. ]

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[moraled]

[............................]

That... is definitely not what I was referring to.

[a-ahem]

[alcobrawlic]

No? Not at all?

[ This never gets old. ]

[moraled]

[AAAAAAH...]

I...

I was simply...speaking of the chaos that these trials tend to be...

[Please help him.]

[alcobrawlic]

That's been a part of it, hasn't it?

I mean, besides everything else.

[moraled]

Honestly, you are entirely incorrigible, Lady Instructor.

[But... it's not so bad.]

[alcobrawlic]

Coming from you, that almost sounds like a compliment, Inquisitor Barnham.

[moraled]

[Sara....]

I cannot say with full certainty it was intended to be an insult.

[so there you go]

[alcobrawlic]

That's....!

... Sweet, I think? Thanks?

[ Barnham, you do still need to work on this. ]

[moraled]

[He needs a lot of work.

Which he can tell.

AHEM.]

Constantine, a destination?

[The dog barks and PICKS A DIRECTION.

Good plan, constantine.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ Wow, you don't enjoy her aimless ambling?? ]

Sure, I guess we can head that way.

[ SHE'LL JUST FOLLOW THE DOG. ]

[moraled]

[The dog is picking the general store??? Sure.]

Constantine does tend to have his own idea of things, after all.

[alcobrawlic]

I like that! [ Of course she does. ]

He's a dog who knows what he wants.

[moraled]

Despite his small appearance, he is a valiant knight.

[His dog!! is great!!]

[alcobrawlic]

Well, you know what they say... you don't mess with the little ones.

[ ... but who says that, Sara. ]

[moraled]

[... no, really, who says that.]

... Is that wisdom from your world, Lady Instructor?

[alcobrawlic]

Sure is! [ promptly. ] The two shortest and youngest members of my class are probably the most dangerous.

[moraled]

You are not so large yourself--but I would not doubt that you are dangerous.

[alcobrawlic]

We can't all be hulking muscle and broad shoulders like you. [ wryly. ]

But you really do know me a lot better now!

[moraled]

[Sara pls]

Indeed, I suppose... I have had reason to get to know you better.

[alcobrawlic]

It's not exactly in the way I would have wanted, honestly... at all...

[ But. ]

But if nothing else, I'm glad I met you.

[moraled]

[Sara....

That's sappy.]

What's this? Such sincere honesty from the Lady Instructor.

[Barnham, pls...]

... Even so, I must admit that the same can be said of me as well. I am grateful to have met you.

[There are worse fates, he's sure.]

[alcobrawlic]

You said that like I haven't been sincerely honest before... but I'll take that.

[ Even though she's probably caused him more grief than anything. ]

[moraled]

[There's been a lot of grief, but it's fine]

Not in matters such as this.

[He knows!!]

'Tis fine, though. I believe we understand each other perfectly.

[alcobrawlic]

... You know, sometimes I forget how actually sassy you are.

[ She probably gets it the most. ]

[moraled]

[For a moment, his lips quirk upwards in a truly amused expression.]

I cannot imagine how.

[HE'S ALWAYS STEALTH SASSY]