ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇss ♕ Rᴇɢɪɴᴀ Mɪʟʟs (
unhappily) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-01-11 01:26 pm
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andres ♔ you're gonna catch a cold | from the ice inside your soul
WHO || Emma, Snow, Regina, Wynn. [closed]
WHAT || Wynn asks some of his Knights to investigate a strange matter on Andres Isle.
WHERE || Andres
WHEN || At the same time as this log ; mid-October
HOW || Actionspam
[ A few weeks into October, Wynn sends a message back to the castle asking Snow and Regina to make their way to the Isle, saying he has a small matter that bears investigation. When they arrive at the castle, they're ushered by Woodhouse to a small parlor where he's waiting... And moments later, their other mission partner arrives. :D ]


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Because you don't know what he'll end up missing out on if he doesn't get to make it in the first place.
[Somehow she keeps herself from shouting. Barely.]
You may think I don't know anything, but I know enough. Neal isn't a bad person, so maybe whatever it is you think you know? Maybe that's what's wrong.
[And then she...walks out. Congrats, Emma. You made your mother need air.]
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The voice in the back of her mind grows larger: she was wrong to think she could have something better, wrong to think she deserved any other treatment. Wrong to lash out like this in defense of herself—she wasn't worth it. What Neal did to her doesn't matter, isn't even a mark in his ledger. She doesn't budge as Snow bails. ]
No one did. [ Snapping quickly at Regina, Emma turns her attention belligerently away from the door and to Hasmed, eyebrows raised like ok so ?? castle ?? is a must ?? ]
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Seeing Henry isn't an option if I'm going to be some magic ticking time bomb. So let's just...let's figure this out and then we can worry about the rest. This castle of yours, here- hell, we can go to Timbuktu for all it matters to me. I just need to know.
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Allow Emma to nope out as well. ]
Sounds like you've got it under control.
[ She takes two steps backwards, then turns and heads for the door. ]
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