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Post by Charith on Jun 26, 2006 11:25:10 GMT -5
The girl frowns and looks at the picture over Kartio's shoulder.
... ah... D-do you think that- she...?
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Jun 26, 2006 11:32:29 GMT -5
"That she what?"
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Post by Charith on Jun 26, 2006 11:44:52 GMT -5
Had some- something to do with- that sort of... er... thing?
Charith nervously plays with her sleeve. Her hand shoots out suddenly and knocks over an inkstand, mostly over her own clothing.
Oh! Oh- oh- oh I'm so- s-sorry... Oh...
She quickly sets the inkstand upright again and wipes ink off of the desk with her sleeve.
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Jun 26, 2006 12:05:10 GMT -5
"Of course. She's an Athar. Even if she didn't, she still serves that group and takes responsibility for what they've done. The Church of Pelor has done a few bad things in its history too, but I'm willing to accept it and call it different now, with people to watch out for those nasty buggers. Her side just doesn't talk about it at all, if it can help it." +Kartio shrugs, then blinks.+ "That's a new one. Er, no problem. You know, it's amazing how accident prone you are."
+He stands and grabs a rag, assisting as he can.+ "Anyways, one of these Eaters took my dad's faith. He became one and took my mom's. Because of the emptyness she felt, she killed herself."
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Post by Charith on Jun 26, 2006 13:45:12 GMT -5
Charith blushes a brilliant scarlet and tries to wipe the ink away, succeeding only in smearing more over herself, her clothes, her sword and the desk and dropping some onto the floor. She glances over to the portrait.
I'm sorry...
She sighs and nervously wipes her hand over her cheek, leaving a black ink mark.
... but- getting angry isn't the answer, is it. I- the tenets of Pelor do not stand for holding a grudge, and for all you know something similar happened to her. There's enough, em, fanatics, not j-just for the Athar. If- if you ask me, coming to our meeting, on her own- and- and muscling in like that- not to mention, uh, being without faith... Sounds to- to me, like she's really lonely. Maybe all she, well, really wants, is for someone to sit and l-listen.
Charith shrugs awkwardly, feeling her cheeks burn all the way to the tips of her ears.
Not- not saying that should be y-you, or anything, but I'm not sure there's- uh- evil in her h-heart. I don't expect you to- forgive, but- maybe it's...
Charith takes a very deep breath, frowning, and finally says what she feels needs to be said.
Well. Maybe it's not reasonable to hold her accountable for something someone else did, that for all you know she doesn't even approve of. That was a very lonely woman and you should have seen so. Really Kartio, you are entitled to your grief, but not to blind anger, or bitterness, or hatred, because those are the things that keep a conflict like that going. I know that this woman had no business to be here but you could have handled it in a much more professional way. You will have to be a greater man than this!
... er... uhm.
She shuts up, red enough that she almost glows and feeling miserable.
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Aug 3, 2006 11:33:41 GMT -5
+Kartio raises an eyebrow and waits in silence. He doesn't say a word, just sits and stares at Charith for awhile. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.+
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Post by Charith on Aug 3, 2006 12:55:11 GMT -5
Charith shuffles her feet a little, bashfully staring at her fingers.
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Aug 3, 2006 15:30:45 GMT -5
"You know... you can be pretty damn annoying." +Kartio said with a wry grin.+
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Post by Charith on Aug 3, 2006 15:50:56 GMT -5
Charith looks up and tries to smile. The corner of her mouth twitches a little.
... w-well I am a Paladin.
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Post by Kartio Fatali on Dec 27, 2006 3:28:57 GMT -5
"Mhmm. I have some paperwork to go over, and apparently someone suggested a council of Clerics, so I'm suddenly being bombarded with requests and letters asking my thoughts on the matter. So, if you'll excuse me..."
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Post by Charith on Dec 27, 2006 9:04:09 GMT -5
Charith nods and stands right in the middle of the ink on the floor.
Y-yes of course- uh- right, I- uh- sorry.
She makes a helpless gesture, nearly knocking over the chair she just sat in, and walks out of the office, leaving a trail of partial footprints in ink.
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