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[talentsgirl]

So - "Wingsville," is it? Just waiting on the final word? I've got to tell you, I'm impressed with the effort you put into the icons and all, but I can't say now is the best time to be taking me from Planet Earth. I mean, sure, a fifteen minute intermission is appreciated for the audience to stretch their legs, but we're heading into the climax now and I'd rather not miss it.

[Molly, honey, you don't really want to go to that Aztec temple, and we both know it. You know it's gonna be bad out there.]

Stop trying to convince me. Whether I want to go or not, I need to do it, and I don't care about those 'foreshadows' you keep trying not to tell me about.

...and the fact that Harry is going to be there really doesn't make a difference. He's just going to want to get back home to save his kid - and that's exactly what we're gonna do. So you can quit making icons now.

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[greenjacketed]

You chose those colours, ma'am?

[ unnatural? yes. but he is a bit...entranced. ]

...so, I need to get her a paid so I can have a different smiling icon

[talentsgirl]

"Ma'am" make me feel like you're talking to my mother.

[And Charity is a very impressive woman in all ways, but trust me in that she would not be all about the flirting here.]

You can call me Molly. And yes, I did.

[Her tone implies a flirty 'do you like them?' but the important part to her is that she does, and she does, so she doesn't ask.]

hahaha.

[greenjacketed]

...I like the green, ma'a--milady. [ he drops his eyes and stares at his hands. ] Molly.

[ a comfortable name. a name that reminded him of taverns and cheapside. his shoulders relaxed but a little. ]

[talentsgirl]

Thank you. [Another warm smile.

...it is worth noting, that she's been doing a fair bit of eye-flickering herself. She's good at it, and it feels natural, but she's not looked him in the eyes for longer than a second, and she won't.]

What should I call you?

[greenjacketed]

[ he understands; who would want to look a mug like this in the eye, he thinks? his cheek twitching as he remembers the scar drawn across it. the one that makes smiling even look sardonic. ]

Richard Sharpe, Miss Molly. Major Richard Sharpe. [ softer: ] Mister Sharpe, if you like.

Or...Richard. [ a hard swallow. she'd gifted him her own name, after all. ]

/different account

[raglady]

[Actually, Molly thinks that he's quite handsome, and would have no problem telling him that if she knew that it was the source of his discomfort.]

Richard... if you like.

: D

[greenjacketed]

I can think of worse things to be called.

[talentsgirl]

All right, then, Richard. Are you getting your own pair of wings?

[greenjacketed]

They're standard issue, I hear. [ a bare bare smile. ] So, perhaps. I, too, await a final word.

[talentsgirl]

Then it looks like we'll get to introduce ourselves all over again.

[greenjacketed]

[ he clears his throat once again. ]

I don't expect I'd mind that much, Miss Molly.

and yet-to-be-dyed

[raglady]

[Aww, it's a compliment.]

Then there's something for both of us to look forward to.

[A flash of a grin, her eyes flickering to his for a moment before away.]

Besides the wings, of course.

/uses her powers of imagination

[greenjacketed]

[ that sudden eye-contact strikes him down to his soul. the result is a brief smile he barely manages to contain before it's back to business as usual. ]

Mine are meant to be a right muddy brown. But yours, miss? I suspect they'll have to be like some bright bird of paradise's feathers. All colour and joy.

excellent. because this thread is showing me the kind of icons I need to modify next

[raglady]

[Smooth. And she does give him a genuine, beaming smile.]

Mine are to mimic one of my earlier dye jobs. One will be bright blue, and the other candy pink.

[But don't think that she didn't notice the touch of self-depreciation in the compliment as well. The part of Molly that is both genuinely interested in people and constantly observing for strengths and weakness files that away.]

[greenjacketed]

Dye? You did it with dye?

[talentsgirl]

[Blink.]

That's right.

[Her choice.]

[greenjacketed]

I didn't know there was a dye what can stick to a person's hair, like.

[talentsgirl]

[Blink. Really?]

It's hair dye. Dye just for the hair.

[greenjacketed]

Perhaps it's something only the quality can manage to do, miss. The rest of us make do with what we've got.

[talentsgirl]

...quality?

[Who does he think he's talking to here? She takes in the uniform.]

Richard... I'm not quality in any way that makes me have access to hair dye. It's just... an option where I'm from.

[greenjacketed]

And where is that?

[ such a heavenly place it must be. ]

[talentsgirl]

Chicago.

[A smile.]

The United States.

[Because, yes, dat accent lets her know she's talking from someone across the pond.]

[greenjacketed]

[ he straightens yet again. ]

Loyalist or revolutionary?

[talentsgirl]

[Hoooo boy.]

Where I'm from, that's not a question anymore.

[The weird meter just upped a notch or twelve.]

[greenjacketed]

I suppose it ain't a question I care much for, anyhow. [ because she doesn't look like a soldier... ]