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Time: July 11, 2000
Place: Outside the manor, sunset
Status: Public
Summary: Brian has an evening jog
Brian had moved in several nights ago, and was already feeling better. Being around Adam always made things seem so much more purposeful. Adam was generally a good thing.
As he'd grown up, he'd come to understand a bit more of what happened-- but only a bit. He didn't feel like trying to decipher it all, cos it'd worked out for the best, really.
Despite purpose and faith, Brian wasn't completely satisfied, not yet. He did want things to do. Weekends down at the park wouldn't fill up all his time...
For now, though, he wasn't sure what was to do (perhaps meet this Hugo chap, learn about room service), so he was going on a jog. The manor was beautiful in the sunset.
He should have wondered how Adam'd come to have hold of such a huge house. What was meant by he 'kinda' owned it. But that was a flaw of his, wasn't it? Brian generally didn't wonder much, especially not when it came to Adam. Other things he might show some curiosity to, but not so much. He'd never liked deconstructing the world.
Brian was, in fact, a born follower. This isn't such a bad thing. Followers rarely start wars, and they usually wind up being essential. They can also appreciate beautiful things without asking themselves pesky questions..
He would have said 'wicked,' if he'd had much breath-- the place was full of gardens, though they needed a bit of a trim, and there were woods and a field...
It really was nice, here.
Place: Outside the manor, sunset
Status: Public
Summary: Brian has an evening jog
Brian had moved in several nights ago, and was already feeling better. Being around Adam always made things seem so much more purposeful. Adam was generally a good thing.
As he'd grown up, he'd come to understand a bit more of what happened-- but only a bit. He didn't feel like trying to decipher it all, cos it'd worked out for the best, really.
Despite purpose and faith, Brian wasn't completely satisfied, not yet. He did want things to do. Weekends down at the park wouldn't fill up all his time...
For now, though, he wasn't sure what was to do (perhaps meet this Hugo chap, learn about room service), so he was going on a jog. The manor was beautiful in the sunset.
He should have wondered how Adam'd come to have hold of such a huge house. What was meant by he 'kinda' owned it. But that was a flaw of his, wasn't it? Brian generally didn't wonder much, especially not when it came to Adam. Other things he might show some curiosity to, but not so much. He'd never liked deconstructing the world.
Brian was, in fact, a born follower. This isn't such a bad thing. Followers rarely start wars, and they usually wind up being essential. They can also appreciate beautiful things without asking themselves pesky questions..
He would have said 'wicked,' if he'd had much breath-- the place was full of gardens, though they needed a bit of a trim, and there were woods and a field...
It really was nice, here.
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She peered around Adam, where a still-sweating figure gleamed in the low light. "What 'bout you, Brian? You wanna be the lady love, so we can skip straight to the keel-haulin'?"
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"...that's silly. The villain don't need a lady love."
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She really didn't get what the big deal was. Wouldn't be the first time Brian had to be the girl.
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Wensleydale and lady loves... maybe he'd devoted some thought to the subject. Not play, either.
Thing was, Wensley was likely to want one, eventually. Brian, on the other hand, would rather have a lordly love, and more than THAT, he'd rather have Wensleydale.
"Wensley's my friend."
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"Yeah, Wensley's my friend too, wanker," she exclaimed jovially. "That's not we're talkin' about, though. We're talkin' about pirates" She looked to Adam to back her up, to catch the expression on his face. Was there something she was missing? Did someone have a fight and she didn't know about it?
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Brian frowned in concentration for a moment. And then another.
His face cleared. "I can't be his lady love if I'm bein' a pirate. So he'll have to have a tortured past, 'nstead."
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"All right," he decreed. "Nothin' sayin' the lady love can't be a pirate, too, but Brian dun't hafta be the one if he dun't want. I don't wanna give Wens a tortured past, though. How 'bout he has a pet jaguar from the rainforest and the three pirates hold him for ransom?"
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She looked up at Brian, hoping that was all right and he wasn't feeling morbid anymore. "How's that Brian? Think Wensley wants a pet jaguar?"
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And because he was still standing, she crawled forward and tackled him, pulling his legs out from underneath him and sending him flying.
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His landing was cushioned by the greenery. He still wasn't atall amused.
Much. He burst into a peal of laughter before he could stop himself.
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"Since when did we ever have rules about how I could attack? All that rugby make you go soft in the head and forget Our Rules?" She flexed her finger mercilessly, remembering again that Brian had the most ticklish ribs of anyone she had ever known.
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As a maneuver, it failed.
"Adam, Help! Help!"
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"I can't help," he managed to say. "Otherwise she'll come after me. Every boy for himself."
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Oy, he was heavy.
"Adam?" she said desperately, being crushed under massive Brian-weight, "what good are you doing just sittin' there?" She looked up at Brian. "Get off me, you, or I'll bite you like when we were on vacation that time!"
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Her hand shot out lightning-quick and wrenched a shoe off of Brian's foot. She tossed it to Adam. "You know how it goes! Better run!"
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"Since when do you get to stay on the sidelines and watch? You forgotten how to play, or somethin'?" she teased. "Or are you just afraid of Brian now that he's all big and scary?"
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He dove for the shoe when it bounced off of Adam's head, rolling with it held tightly to his chest. "Hah!"
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