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Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 21:37:34 GMT
Anna would drive her daggers home into the man's unprotected heart and throat, effectively killing him. Then she would wipe her daggers clean on the dead man's clothes and put her daggers away. Her adrenaline was surging, causing her to be a bit shaky. This was the first time she had killed since her father's murder, and she wished it had been her father's murderer lying beneath her boots, but alas, she could not prove the King had ordered the hit or why, but she knew. She felt no guilt for killing this man, however, as it had been a kill or be harmed in such a way that was unfathomable to her, especially since she did not know a man in that way. Anna had never taken anyone into her bed before, and perhaps that is why this fight really got to her. Both of the men had stated that they wanted to have their way with her. She had never encountered that before possibly in part because her father had been such a respected, if simple, knight, and then she herself had risen through the ranks but just now she had not been wearing anything to signify her station. She shivered again, and glanced to Aodh.
Anna shakenly got to her feet and moved over towards Aodh, where he was on the ground, and kneeled beside him. She was sore from falling to the ground, but she had suffered worse and had the scars upon her body to prove it. She gently reached out, with trembling fingers, and laid her hand upon his shoulder. "Aodh?" she would question tentatively, and then she would be quiet, waiting to see his response. The evidence of Aodh's rage was apparent in the way the man's head had been bashed beyond recognition. Though most women would be scared out of their minds, Anna was the opposite. In fact, in a way, it drew her closer to the man because she could see that he would stop at nothing to protect those he was close to as well as to fight for what he honored. Now, more than ever, she desired his friendship. He was someone that was battle worthy, that wouldn't back down from a fight and wiling to give it all he had. He also didn't seem to care at all for titles and all the political bullshit that went on at court, and therefore their friendship was entirely possible, but only if he so chose. This fight stirred a sense of loyalty within her, as is only born when comrades fight against a common enemy. She wanted to be able to trust him, but they both had their secrets. She wished she could ask her Da for advice, but it was too late, and she had never felt more alone than in this moment as she realized she did not really have any friends.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 22:03:48 GMT
He was covered in blood from the back spray of smashing the man's head against the ground. With a sigh he wiped his hands on his pants and looked up to see that, while many of the patrons still stared, this wasn't an uncommon enough occurrence for anyone to be overly bothered by it. When she knelt next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder the tentative hold that he'd had on his emotions snapped. "Agata," he whispered in a pained tone as he closed his eyes against the emotions that overwhelmed him. "Those bastards," he shouted as he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He clenched his hands into a fist and let one of them fly into the wall of the pub. "They raped her. They raped her and then killed her. Made me watch," he choked out around the emotions. "I killed them, but I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her or our unborn child," he said as emotions danced across his face. "And it was all that bitch," he growled. "I should have killed her after she left me for dead all those years ago. But, no, I have to be the one bounty hunter in the world who can't kill a woman or child...even with the hell that she put me through," he mumbled to himself. His voice raised then. "Damn you Evelyn. I hope to hell someone collected on that bounty," he shouted at the room before he pushed himself up off the floor. It was obvious that he wasn't currently in the present mentally. He had barely even registered Anna's presence.
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Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 22:16:32 GMT
Anna dealt with broken men all the time, though mostly it was physical and not the mental and emotional pain that Aodh carried. She would listen to him as he cried out and yelled his anguish for all to hear. When he said what had happened, her heart ached for him. It was worse than what had happened to her Da, far worse. She wasn't the emotional type, and had even vowed to a degree that she would not cry anymore, but this was worse even than their encounter with the two men that they had just left lying broken and dead upon the floor of the pub. She identified with his pain, and it caused a steel to settle more deeply into her soul. She kept her hand on his shoulder gently, even though he did not seem to realize that she was beside him, and she would stand when he did. She pursed her lips briefly, reminded of all the times she had been sent out to do another's dirty work, but this time she could choose to accept a bounty that was already out there.
"I have no problems with killin' bitches," she would murmer softly, understanding that it was this Evelyn that had caused all this damage and pain to Aodh. No wonder the man seemed haunted and wanted nothing to do with people. She would look into this further, and possibly serve Aodh the woman's head on a platter, especially if there was a bounty involved that she could collect on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 6:55:47 GMT
Aodh took a deep, steadying breath, trying to bring himself back to the present. When he finally did it was to see that Anna was standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder, and to hear the words that she said. He shook his head with a deep frown. "I have no doubt that you would be able to take her on, Anna, but you don't know her the way that I do. She will be more well protected than even the king himself by now," he said on a sigh. "And you shouldn't put that sort of stain on your name, especially not with your position," he muttered. At that moment the bartender, and owner, of the pub walked around the bar to stand in front of him.
"Whelan," he said in a stern tone.
"You know I'm good for the damages."
"Aye. Tha' I do. 'n ifn not fer tha fact tha' them men got wha' was comin' to 'em, I migh' hafta ban ye from me pub," he grunted.
"I'm sorry for whatever stain this will put on The Howling Wolf's reputation," Aodh said, cringing slightly.
"Bah. 'm nae worried abou' tha pub, Whelan. 'm worried abou' ye," the man grunted.
"I'm fine," he replied, though his tone lacked real conviction.
"Bah. 'n 'mma be tha nex' king o' tha South," came the retort.
"I said I'm fine," Aodh said firmly.
"A'right, lad, keep yer britches on. Bu' ifn ye need anythin'...Ye know where ta fin' me," he said before he returned behind the bar.
Aodh let out a sigh and turned his attention back to Anna. Several people had already set to work cleaning up the mess the two of them had made.
"I'm sorry about this," he muttered to her, clearly uncomfortable.
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Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 12, 2014 15:56:42 GMT
Anna would grip Aodh's shoulder more tightly for a moment, as if to reassure him. She would wait until the pub owner walked away before she would reply to Aodh. She would gently pat his shoulder, then drop her hand. "Do nae worry about me, m'friend. I kin take care o' m'self, an' I like a challenge." She rather hoped he did not say that they were not friends, because that would throw a chink into her stoic armor. "It became personal jus' now, if they be her lackeys. An' ye can tell me what ye do know, or jus' know that I will fin' out on my own anyway." She shrugged a shoulder, unafraid. She was remembering a time in her life after being adopted and when she first found out about it. How she had been less than 7 years old and told how different she was, and that no one had wanted her and how she had resorted to running away and stealing, until she had been caught and returned to the wonderful adoptive parents she had grown to love and made to feel truly wanted. She had still practiced those skills, though she didn't steal now at all, and hadn't since she'd become a page at 7 to train in her father's footsteps. She pressed her lips firmly together to keep her emotions in check. "I will attempt to do what ye can nae do, Aodh, on my honor I swear it," she would say, hoping to effectively cease any argument from him as she was determined to help him out in this way. If Enda found out about her antics tonight and her oath to collect on a bounty, he would probably get gray hairs. She let her stormy blue eyes focus on Aodh and she tilted her head slightly. She had been so intent on convincing Aodh that she was going to help, that it just sunk in what the pub owner said. The name Whelan was familiar.to her. Then it hit her. Fuck! He was an Earl? An' she had offered to buy him a drink, collect on his bounty, and basically throw her friendship at him like a lovelost puppy. An Earl wouldn't want to be friends with her... She straightened her posture, not letting her emotions play over her face. If he didn't want to be known, she wouldn't say anything. "So," she continued, "will you be telling me all ye know, or do I have to find out m'self?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 5:09:46 GMT
He listened to what she had to say and had this strange urge to hug her. It had been years since someone had shown him that kind of concern. He resisted the urge, however, feeling awkward about the idea of hugging her. Not to mention he was hesitant to trust someone that he didn't know very well like that. "I appreciate the offer," he said, shaking his head. "More than you could ever imagine," he said on a sigh. When she asked if he was going to tell her everything he knew he rubbed a hand over his face. "I haven't kept tabs on her recently. Been busy being thrown into this whole taking over the family estate business," he admitted on a sigh. "And after I placed the bounty on her head I just wanted to clean my hands of her. Part of me doubts that anyone will ever collect on the bounty," he said. "I'm not sure that it's possible to get to her. She tends to find ways to protect herself, being an extremely manipulative woman. Somehow she's still capable of making people think that she's this sweet, innocent woman. And I wouldn't put it past her to pull that shit on anyone that tries to collect the bounty," he said. He doubted that his world would ever be rid of Evelyn, and that really sucked, considering it was about time for her to make another of her "appearances" in his life. Which made him fidget uncomfortably as he glanced at the Captain. Not that he believed she might be in league with his mother in law, but if he became friends with her?
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Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 13, 2014 5:40:47 GMT
Anna was completely unaware that Aodh had been tempted to hug her. Which is just as well, because she was still slightly shaken from their fight with the two idiots earlier, though she hid it well. She offered Aodh one of her fierce grins and shook her head slightly. "Darlin'," she drawled, "ye have jus' met me. I do nae fall for sweet an' innocent, an' I have some experience with this sort. I do nae usually gamble, but I have sworn on my honor to do this for ye, m'friend. With that bein' said, this time ye will owe me a drink or dinner when I bring ye her head." Her grin changed into a smirk, one that boasted of confidence. Perhaps she was a bit cocky, but she was a woman and the Captain of the Western Guard, so she had definitely earned some bragging rights.
She glanced around at the others cleaning up the mess from their adventure and a slight grimace teased at her lips. "This will nae be happenin' again," she murmered softly. Then she let her stormy blue eyes settle on the man and she would incline her head to him briefly. "I will be lookin' into this an' ye will be hearing back from me." Then she would turn to leave.
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