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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 18, 2011 22:29:02 GMT -5
Lili nodded, rather assured by his statement. That was what she'd thought, too, honestly... Those working as Gilbert did never could have enough weapons... she had to keep him safe. She couldn't lose another family member... it had almost been too much to lose those she had.
And then he mentioned the price. She was surprised; price hadn't ever been an issue before... was this gun that outrageously - no. Her eyes fell on the tag, and then she smiled. "Oh... that's no matter..." She reached for the small purse at her side, and withdrew her wallet. "I... I can't recall... ought I get him ammunition, as well?" Some guns could use the same kind of ammunition as others... and some couldn't.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 19, 2011 13:21:28 GMT -5
At the mention at the price not being a problem, Arthur leant back and looked at the female thoughtfully for a moment. Then he nodded, and turned to the stall, and requested a small bag of ammo. He produced the bullets to her.
"I'm not too sure. In either case, you can never get enough ammunition."
He's almost tempted to find out who this 'military man' is and how high ranking he is, and he knows that he'll regret helping a young woman aid a man who would probably try to kill him if they ever came into contact.
But he was a gentleman. At least the lady wouldn't discover who he was.
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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 19, 2011 13:37:23 GMT -5
Lili flushed faintly as he looked at her, but as he offered no explanation, she turned back to counting out Florins. She'd have enough for this, and for her embroidery thread, and some new fabric besides. How wonderful.
The money changed hands before Lili was free to take the bag of bullets; when she had, she tucked them into her purse. Goodness, but they weighed a fair bit. The gun... well... oh, dear. She'd just have to carry it. It certainly wouldn't fit in her purse... She didn't like the thought of carrying it out in the open, though. Who knew what might happen? She certainly didn't - but if just standing and looking at the guns had gotten her into trouble, well... carrying one couldn't be any better...
Her brow furrowed slightly as she began to try to puzzle this out, without troubling the kind gentleman more than she already had. As her attention was centered on the gun, it wouldn't be hard for any to guess what her predicament was.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 19, 2011 14:09:12 GMT -5
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Hm, well, my friend tucks it into her bosom or has a hidden holster underneath a cloak, but..."
He turns around, and moves her to another stall, which sells satchels and other likes. He pulls out a smaller one, gently leaning down and fitting it on her, before fitting it into the satchel too. He looks at her.
"That'll hide it. You know, it might be of use to buy a small handgun of your own, just in case someone comes along like that again. And for a lady such as you, it'll happen a lot. But whoever you remain with I can assume they wouldn't want you to learn how to use a gun. Afterall, it's not 'proper' for a lady to know how to use such things, hm?" He remarks, a smile on his face which implicates that he doesn't believe that's true one bit.
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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 19, 2011 14:17:18 GMT -5
Into her... her... Oh, but she couldn't do that! She couldn't even think of doing that! And, well... if she'd thought to bring a cloak, that might have worked, but... but it was so nice outside...
She followed him without thinking much of it; he'd been helpful so far. Once more, her cheeks flushed ever so faintly at his proximity, but again, as he made no comment on it, nor did he linger overlong or touch her too familiarly, she didn't comment. "O-oh... No... I..." She didn't want a gun... She didn't like to carry it. She didn't like to think what could go wrong if someone were to take it from her... and... and they easily could. Never once had she been able to hold it when Gilbert tried to disarm her.
"C-Cousin taught me..." She murmured, tucking her chin. "I... I didn't want to learn, but he taught me. It was... well... Mutti and Vati... mmm..." She trailed off, unsure what she ought to tell him, or if she ought to tell him more than she had. It was strange, a little, but she saw no reason not to - other than that they were strangers, mostly. They hadn't even exchanged names.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 19, 2011 15:00:29 GMT -5
Arthur nods. "Very smart man, I think. Really, you shouldn't be afraid to do it. Even if something goes wrong, you should be able to have the wits to get yourself in the upper hand. You can't live under someone's shadow all your life, my dear. Even if you are of Noble status. That's exactly what will make you regret. You have the money to survive, but are you living? Even if you become well known and are more of a risk, wouldn't you prefer to be prepared and ready to show why people shouldn't challenge you?" He shrugs, turns around, and flips a coin to the stall owner, paying for the satchel himself.
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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 19, 2011 15:07:58 GMT -5
"Oh, but..." But Lili fell silent again. Everything he'd said, she'd heard before. Of course, it had been phrased a little differently, or with a slightly different sentiment... but she'd heard it before. She oughtn't be afraid to live her life because of other people... she should know how to handle herself... she should be brave, like her awesome cousin... but then... she shouldn't leave the house on her own, she shouldn't put herself into dangerous situations, she shouldn't do this or that. It made no sense to the petite blonde.
"I... I suppose. But... But I'd much rather not have to... And... And if I had to, I'd much rather try reasoning with them first. I don't think force ought to be the only answer." She watched as he flipped a coin to the merchant, rather surprised. "Th-thank you..."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 19, 2011 15:17:43 GMT -5
"Well, your choice is your choice. Admittedly, out of all the warnings you get about other people and venturing about on your own, a surprising amount of people are good at heart. But don't be afraid to get into action when it matters."
At the thank you, he smirks.
"Oh, don't thank me. Thank the man who nearly harassed you. It's his money.~"
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Post by Lili Walser on Nov 19, 2011 15:22:09 GMT -5
Lili nodded slowly. What he said made sense. She was sure she could talk her way out of most any situation... and... well... She supposed she could carry the small handgun Gilbert had given her... As long as she left it unloaded, no harm could come of it, right? Right?
She started to speak again when he indicated it wasn't his money at all. "O-oh... I didn't see him drop his wallet... I suppose I was too distraught..." Well, if he'd dropped it, then it was his own fault. W-wasn't it? ... Oh dear. She'd have to ask Gilbert. And that would mean telling him what had happened.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 19, 2011 15:35:55 GMT -5
Arthur grins. "Oh, well, I suppose that's what he'll believe. It is his own fault, either way. He's too big headed to believe that anyone would dare do anything to him. I doubt you'll see him again. Plus, you're not the one with his wallet."
He smiles, and slides the wallet back in his pocket.
"Are you okay, my dear? Do you need any more assistance?"
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