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Post by Michael Turner on Sept 17, 2009 20:55:29 GMT -5
Drums and Fifes were heard across the land of Philadelphia as Michael Turner walked with the very small infantry of about 500 men walking across the land of the newly declared United States of America from the land of Great Britain, the war had been going on for about a year and the young red haired 18 year old looked around with his musket in hand peering for Redcoats making sure they wouldn't be shot at from a random direction without first knowing about it...
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 17, 2009 21:32:10 GMT -5
Well, lucky for Degaré, he was not wearing a red coat, nor was there anything remotely red on him. He was wearing clothes that were more in line with what the Americans were wearing; as an international man, he always had clothing to match his surroundings. His clothing was not indicative of the Militia, but more of a nobleman. Still, as he saw the small infantry, he smiled and hailed to the leader. "Good morning, sir." Degaré said as he made his way towards Michael with both hands open and out to signify he had nothing in them.
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Anshul
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Post by Anshul on Sept 18, 2009 22:17:30 GMT -5
Hidden in the nearby undergrowth, Anshul seethed. There they were- neither was meant to be. Only the People needed to be there. Settlers were tolerable, sometimes...but who was this other? He did not look like them, he did not fit in. He raised his bow, and went to aim...then set it down. The Elders were always telling him that kindness spurred many much more than a harsh blow. He did not step forth from his hiding place, but he did move from a crouch to a standing position. Any seasoned settler would know he was around, now. Time to see what they would do.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 18, 2009 23:28:33 GMT -5
Degaré looked up and over as he heard movement. Being a seasoned thief, he was able to notice his surroundings much better than one would give him credit for. He couldn't be with the man he saw with the infantry. Could it have been a native? It was always possible, though he had never met one. He usually stuck to the towns as that would be where the most valuable prizes would be held. This was one of those few times where he wandered outside the town limits. "Is anyone there?" Degaré asked as he looked around slightly before his eyes settled in where he thought the person might be.
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Post by Anshul on Sept 21, 2009 18:41:13 GMT -5
Anshul stepped forward, gripping his bow tightly in one hand. He glared at the man who had addressed him. "I am here," he called darkly, slightly unsure of his English. It sounded so foreign to him, so unnatural. Had he even said something recognizable?
"Why are you here, stranger?" he demanded.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 21, 2009 20:35:23 GMT -5
The man armed, which kept Degaré where he was standing. Sure, he had a butterfly knife he had found in one of his 'jobs', but he'd rather not use it unless it was absolutely necessary. He really didn't like getting his hands dirty in such a fashion. He liked clean thefts wihtout any unnecessary violence. That wasn't to say he was soft, not by a long shot. "I am simply a European man who was allowed travel to the Americas." He tried to make himself as open as he could, though he wasn't sure if the language he used would be too much for the man, who seemed to look much different than the other man he had met here.
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Post by Anshul on Sept 27, 2009 11:58:18 GMT -5
"You do not belong here," Anshul said shakily. "You are not of the People, and you are not one of them." He jerked his head toward the other man, the settler. "Why come here?" he repeated. The man hadn't answered his question. What was so interesting about this part of the world that he had to come here? The fighting here was not for spectators.
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