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 | log = It's a couple of days past turnover, and evening is beginning to set in at the Briny Barber, a seedy bar that lurks just slightly around the bend from High Reaches Hold's harbor. None of the ''other'' places Jo's hit up of late have turned up anything, except the comment, just once, that everyone knows the really seedy types drink at the Brine. This has got to be it: it's basically as seedy as it comes, already full of regulars, some of whom may have been here for hours. ''Some'' may even not have left since last night. The barkeep's a gap-toothed man of indeterminate age, his face and hands as dirty as the glasses that line the bar-top. Other patrons sit at scattered tables; some are dicing, some talking in low, muffled voices, and a handful throwing knives at a dart-board up on the far wall.
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 Jo catches the sack in midair, giving the man that tossed it a few more moments of her ''stare'' before she finally slides the knife back to her hip. Only then, with a look going to the other men around her, does she slowly tug that sack over her head - rendering her blind to the world. Damn. She makes sure that her hand strays close to her knives at her side, though, her long fingers lingering close now that she's been put on the defensive if she wasn't before.
-Dragon> Tacuseth has been listening the ''whole time''. Now that his precious rider is on the move ‘’without’’ him, << the ''fuck'', Jo, >> he’s sending, his wings already flexing as he prepares to be her ‘man in shining armor’. << Whatcha got into ''now''? >>
+Dragon> Tacuseth has been listening the ''whole time''. Now that his precious rider is on the move ''without'' him, << the ''fuck'', Jo, >> he's sending, his wings already flexing as he prepares to be her 'man in shining armor'. << Whatcha got into ''now''? >>
-Rider>Jo reaches out with her mind, soothing her dragon with such sentimental words. << Can it! Don’ come over here! I think I’m onto somethin’! >>
+Dragon>Jo reaches out with her mind, soothing her dragon with such sentimental words. >> Can it! Don' come over here! I think I'm onto somethin'! <<
-Dragon> << Does this ''somethin’'' involve ''you'' bein’ six feet under in the next ten minutes? >> the blue has to ask, since their lives are linked and all. << Cuz, I ain’ down for that. So get yer ass outta there!! >>
+Dragon> << Does this ''somethin'” involve ''you'' bein' six feet under in the next ten minutes? >> the blue has to ask, since their lives are linked and all. << Cuz, I ain' down for that. So get yer ass outta there!! >>
-Rider> << Like I’m gonna let us die, Tac. Ya know me better than ''that''! >> At least, Jo, thinks she’s got it under control.
+Dragon> >> Like I'm gonna let us die, Tac. Ya know me better than ''that''! << At least, Jo, thinks she's got it under control.
-Dragon> Tacuseth doesn’t seem wholly convinced, but at least he hasn’t launched up into the air. Yet. << Ya said that the other time when that man lit the shed ya were in on fire, >> he notes, the memory still fresh in his draconic mind.
+Dragon> Tacuseth doesn't seem wholly convinced, but at least he hasn't launched up into the air. Yet. << Ya said that the other time when that man lit the shed ya were in on fire, >> he notes, the memory still fresh in his draconic mind.
-Rider> << Yeah, >> Jo is quick to agree, << and I took care of that, didn’ I? Ain’ we still breathin’? >> By now, the dragon would know how reckless she can be. << Look, I’m just gonna sniff these boys out a bit more and then I’ll bounce. Gotta take risks to get places, right? If I get a knife to the gut for it, call out Tsanth and our people, alright? >> Then her mental bond is gone.
+Dragon> >> Yeah, << Jo is quick to agree, >> and I took care of that, didn' I? Ain' we still breathin'? << By now, the dragon would know how reckless she can be. >> Look, I'm just gonna sniff these boys out a bit more and then I'll bounce. Gotta take risks to get places, right? If I get a knife to the gut for it, call out Tsanth and our people, alright? << Then her mental bond is gone.
 With Jo blind, it's easy for one man to grab one arm, and another to grab the other. They're not pulling her hand away from her knife, though;  honestly, they don't seem to particularly care. They're rather ''more'' interested in leading her somewhere-- and it's pretty much impossible to determine where that somewhere might be, though there is a brief rush of cold air, and afterwards, a definite damp, fishy smell. Eventually, she's dropped into a chair somewhere, and only ''then'' do they tie her hands behind her back, giving her no room to pull away. The sack stays on, and a new voice-- deeper than the others, and slightly less harsh-- says, "Now. Why are you here, girly?"

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	Jo catches the sack in midair, giving the man that tossed it a few more moments of her ''stare'' before she finally slides the knife back to her hip. Only then, with a look going to the other men around her, does she slowly tug that sack over her head - rendering her blind to the world. Damn. She makes sure that her hand strays close to her knives at her side, though, her long fingers lingering close now that she's been put on the defensive if she wasn't before.		Jo catches the sack in midair, giving the man that tossed it a few more moments of her ''stare'' before she finally slides the knife back to her hip. Only then, with a look going to the other men around her, does she slowly tug that sack over her head - rendering her blind to the world. Damn. She makes sure that her hand strays close to her knives at her side, though, her long fingers lingering close now that she's been put on the defensive if she wasn't before.
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		+	Dragon> Tacuseth has been listening the ‘’whole time’’. Now that his precious rider is on the move ‘’without’’ him, << the ‘’fuck’’, Jo, >> he’s sending, his wings already flexing as he prepares to be her ‘man in shining armor’. << Whatcha got into ‘’now’’? >>
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		+	Rider>Jo reaches out with her mind, soothing her dragon with such sentimental words. >> Can it! Don’ come over here! I think I’m onto somethin’! <<
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		+	Dragon> << Does this ‘’somethin’” involve ‘’you’’ bein’ six feet under in the next ten minutes? >> the blue has to ask, since their lives are linked and all. << Cuz, I ain’ down for that. So get yer ass outta there!! >>
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		+	Rider> >> Like I’m gonna let us die, Tac. Ya know me better than ‘’that’’! << At least, Jo, thinks she’s got it under control.
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		+	Dragon> Tacuseth doesn’t seem wholly convinced, but at least he hasn’t launched up into the air. Yet. << Ya said that the other time when that man lit the shed ya were in on fire, >> he notes, the memory still fresh in his draconic mind.
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		+	Rider> >> Yeah, << Jo is quick to agree, >> and I took care of that, didn’ I? Ain’ we still breathin’? << By now, the dragon would know how reckless she can be. >> Look, I’m just gonna sniff these boys out a bit more and then I’ll bounce. Gotta take risks to get places, right? If I get a knife to the gut for it, call out Tsanth and our people, alright? << Then her mental bond is gone.

	With Jo blind, it's easy for one man to grab one arm, and another to grab the other. They're not pulling her hand away from her knife, though; honestly, they don't seem to particularly care. They're rather ''more'' interested in leading her somewhere-- and it's pretty much impossible to determine where that somewhere might be, though there is a brief rush of cold air, and afterwards, a definite damp, fishy smell. Eventually, she's dropped into a chair somewhere, and only ''then'' do they tie her hands behind her back, giving her no room to pull away. The sack stays on, and a new voice-- deeper than the others, and slightly less harsh-- says, "Now. Why are you here, girly?"		With Jo blind, it's easy for one man to grab one arm, and another to grab the other. They're not pulling her hand away from her knife, though; honestly, they don't seem to particularly care. They're rather ''more'' interested in leading her somewhere-- and it's pretty much impossible to determine where that somewhere might be, though there is a brief rush of cold air, and afterwards, a definite damp, fishy smell. Eventually, she's dropped into a chair somewhere, and only ''then'' do they tie her hands behind her back, giving her no room to pull away. The sack stays on, and a new voice-- deeper than the others, and slightly less harsh-- says, "Now. Why are you here, girly?"