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The Spanish Inquisition said:
Mitya smiled.
"I feel safer, then." He looked at Vissarion's sword.
"Is that real?"
"No, it's made of cheese." Ivan couldn't resist answering.
"It's just that weapons aren't legal to carry around where I come from," Mitya explained.


Ivan glared at Jade.
"I'm sorry. I should have gone to school and got an education. To bad I was raised IN A CAGE!"
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Jade shook her head, "Too bad indeed, the guards should have thrown books at you."

"What is it now?" Veragoe said as she popped in, after hearing the argument.
 
"They threw insults at me, and that's how I learned to speak. To bad they weren't written insults. So what if I can't read or write, or use that magic-jewlery thing. I'm still alive, isn't that enough?" Ivan gave Jade a look that clearly said: "shut up."
To Lisbeth, he said,
"Yes, my dear little girl, I do. But only when they're wrong."
 
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"They threw insults at me, and that's how I learned to speak. To bad they weren't written insults. So what if I can't read or write, or use that magic-jewlery thing. I'm still alive, isn't that enough?" Ivan gave Jade a look that clearly said: "shut up."
To Lisbeth, he said,
"Yes, my dear little girl, I do. But only when they're wrong."
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"People seem to be wrong a lot, then," Lisbeth muttered.
 
Vissarion whispered aside to Lisbeth: "The way you feel about being exposed to Ivan's uncontrolled anger might be a little bit like the way Darron feels about you hating him."
 
The Spanish Inquisition said:
"They are, but so am I, so it hardly matters."
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Veragoe smiled wryly, "Everyone has faults, no use in talking about them," she look over at Jade, "be nice. He's with us and I expect you to be a little less petty."

"He started it," Jade said.

"Doesn't matter. You know being uncivil got you in trouble in our world and it will here too."
 
Copperfox said:
Vissarion whispered aside to Lisbeth: "The way you feel about being exposed to Ivan's uncontrolled anger might be a little bit like the way Darron feels about you hating him."
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Lisbeth did not answer Vissarion's comment. She had never thought about it that way, before. But, she hated Darron. How could she forgive him after what he had done? She pushed away the thoughts that all of a sudden poured over her. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to forget about it. She KNEW very well that Darron was truely sorry, and she KNEW that he wanted with all of his heart to be forgiven; but she couldn't do that. Or that's what she thought. Not yet.
 
dayhawk68 said:
Veragoe smiled wryly, "Everyone has faults, no use in talking about them," she look over at Jade, "be nice. He's with us and I expect you to be a little less petty."

"He started it," Jade said.

"Doesn't matter. You know being uncivil got you in trouble in our world and it will here too."
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Ivan watched the argument he had started with intrest. he then walked over so he could talk to the newcommer.
"Hi, kid."
"Hi."
"Scared?"
"Yeah."
"That's bad. When you're scared, you act stupid."
"How am I supposed to be otherwise?"
Ivan shrugged.
"Figure that out yourself."
 
Kate looked confusedly from her friend Lisbeth, to her brother, Darron. She was still very much confused about what happened between them. The last time she had seen them, they had been very good friends, with no hard feelings at all between them. Now, Lisbeth hated Darron for something that he had done; but she still didn't know what that thing was. It must have happened after she had run away and left. Lisbeth wasn't about to explain anything, and Darron, she knew, didn't want to talk about it at the moment. She reached back and fingered the violen which was slung over back and wondered how long she would have to carry the hateful object....
 
OOC: It would be kewl if music from the violin somehow became a means of helping solve the natives' problems, and/or solving the mystery of the castle.
 
Kate twisted a strand of her hair around one of her fingers and with her other hand, reached back and touched the bow of her violin. She wondered if she should play it for a little while.
 
The ten year old nodded. "Ever since I was five. It's alright, I suppose. If I could have chosen, I would have picked the flute instead of the violin."
 
"Cool," Dmitri said, "I'm not musically talented at all. My brother says I sound like a dying animal when I sing." He laughed.
Ivan was bored with walking alone. He joined the children and walked between them.
"I, however, can sing," he said, "Nothing great, but I can sing. No idea why or how I can. It's just weird. But then I'm a pretty weird guy." He winked at Kate.
Apparently, he was in a good mood.
 
Kate giggled. "A dying animal? That's funny! It took me forever to be good at playing the violin, and I DID think about quiting at first, but, seeing as I stuck with carrying it around for the rest of my life, I might as well learn to play it. And it is more fun, now. And, Mr. Ivan, how are you weird? I don't think you're weird."
 
"You hardly know me, then." Ivan smiled in way that could only be described as evilly, "I shoot fire out of my eyes." He drew a line in mid-air from his eyes to the girl's head.

Meanwhile, they'd arrived in the Native villiage. As soon as the king saw Kate, he pointed at the Violin and made some strange sounds.
"Maybe he wants you to play it?" suggested Ivan.
 
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