[So, he wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. Luckily, Jonathan had the wherewithal and the benefit of being taller and a bit more muscular than her to free himself from her grip and take a precautionary step or two back. Though it was no easy task. And his ego took quite the blow.]
Geez, lady! Having a bad day or are you always this crazy?
[He dusted himself off and fixed his hair, regained his bearings. Somewhat.]
Yes, it's the Belmont's sacred treasure, except they're long gone by now. And we Morrises are descendants.
[Judging by her state of dress, he'd figure she was from some other time or place. Or something. Sheesh. Where was Charlotte when you needed someone with a cooler head to prevail?]
The Belmonts? Gone? You had better explain, boy, or this conversation will become far more unpleasant. -She didn't back down in spite of being shorter. How is it that an entire family line of tall dark beefy men came from her was anyone's guess.-
I said anyone can hold it. I never said it wouldn't kill them. But that's also not exactly a common fact to know... The fact that you argued the specifics at all proves you know more than you look.
[He instinctively slid sideways to avoid falling victim to an otherwise paralyzing blow. And quickly, too. A few seconds slower and he'd be food for the worms.
Normally, he'd be on the offensive immediately with a counterattack, except, normally, he wasn't advanced upon by a young woman with some deeply-set personal issues he couldn't begin to comprehend. It didn't sit well with him to hit her back. She wasn't his enemy, after all.]
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But that's beside the point. Just who are you, boy, and what are you doing with my clan's whip?
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Hey, hey, hey, lady! Don't you know it's rude to start making demands of people you don't know?
[Che! It's cool, it's cool. She doesn't know. She'll know in an instant, though.]
Jonathan Morris.
[A pause, and he rubbed his chin.]
Your clan, huh? Don't look like any Morris I know...
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And I don't know any Morris. But that's OUR whip. The Belmont Clan's sacred treasure.
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[So, he wasn't expecting that sort of reaction. Luckily, Jonathan had the wherewithal and the benefit of being taller and a bit more muscular than her to free himself from her grip and take a precautionary step or two back. Though it was no easy task. And his ego took quite the blow.]
Geez, lady! Having a bad day or are you always this crazy?
[He dusted himself off and fixed his hair, regained his bearings. Somewhat.]
Yes, it's the Belmont's sacred treasure, except they're long gone by now. And we Morrises are descendants.
[Judging by her state of dress, he'd figure she was from some other time or place. Or something. Sheesh. Where was Charlotte when you needed someone with a cooler head to prevail?]
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[Jonathan was the type to be lectured a lot, you see.]
I reckon it's because someone didn't have kids or died or they married off and changed their name? Isn't that what usually happens?
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[He gestured to Vampire Killer, proudly coiled at his hip.]
My father didn't steal this. It was entrusted to him. What good it did, anyway...
[Hmph.]
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[He shrugged.]
That's about all the proof you're getting, lady.
[It wasn't as if he had anything else hanging around that proved his lineage.]
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[Even he knew that.]
It'll kill them slowly if they do. Just like my father...
[His expression went somber.]
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[Oh, he felt a lecture coming on.]
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[He mumbled under his breath. Something about getting married, but who really knew.]
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[He instinctively slid sideways to avoid falling victim to an otherwise paralyzing blow. And quickly, too. A few seconds slower and he'd be food for the worms.
Normally, he'd be on the offensive immediately with a counterattack, except, normally, he wasn't advanced upon by a young woman with some deeply-set personal issues he couldn't begin to comprehend. It didn't sit well with him to hit her back. She wasn't his enemy, after all.]
Hey! Cut that out! I'm not fighting you!
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