Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 27, 2013 13:09:28 GMT -5
(( Okay hun! I put the last two replies up. If you made one and I missed it I'm sorry. >.< You can just paste it in reply. ))
“Well, you’ve assumed right.” She agreed brightly, shooting him a smile. Then she pursed her lips and gave him another once over - this time less critically than before. “It’s a huge fortune, I’ll give ya that - I thought o’ taking you all on myself, but most sane folk would duck out after seein’ the assembly here.”
It was true - most of the combatants were desperate for money, traveling worldwide to come here for the old broad’s fortune. Tennie had faith in Bairre, but depended on the creature too much to risk injuring her. And to be honest - this guy looked too put together to need such a fortune - or to risk any beast to get it. “Y’heading off somewhere? Other than insulting passerbys, I wouldn’t mind a word with a fellow Irishman!” You had to stick together, after all - and most Irish tended to stick to port towns getting work in the cities. You didn’t see far too many out here unless they traveled in huge family units!
And, of course, how was she to know that the man who sounded Irish actually wasn’t?
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Hindrick managed a small chuckle at Tennie’s comment. Yes, a sane man would have given up already. Why hadn’t he? He was more likely to die here than to even see the deed to that goldmine. He was more likely to have his dinosaurs suffer severe injuries than even get a speck of gold. Why was he here? Oh yes, because he was so poor that he’d soon be out in the streets and his dinosaurs would have to be given up. This was his last extreme attempt to keep that from happening.
Unknown to most, Hindrick was near broke. He only had a few dollars to his name and the items he carried with him. He might have been better off if it wasn’t for the fact he had a terrible head for money and usually invested all his capital in experiments and studies. The grants he received did very little to help ease the burden. But the man would forever play the part of the wealthy gentlemen. Good breeding and a need to keep up appearances would keep him from dropping the act.
Hindrick smiled at Tennie. She thought he was Irish. Really, he should be considered one, but genetics somewhat overwhelmed nurture at this point. “I’ve got nothing else to do today. I wouldn’t mind a small chat. Oh, yes, I’m Hindrick Rospev. Please call me Doctor Rospev though,” He held his hand out. If it wasn’t clear that he wasn’t of Irish descent, it was clear now. “And you are?”
“Well, you’ve assumed right.” She agreed brightly, shooting him a smile. Then she pursed her lips and gave him another once over - this time less critically than before. “It’s a huge fortune, I’ll give ya that - I thought o’ taking you all on myself, but most sane folk would duck out after seein’ the assembly here.”
It was true - most of the combatants were desperate for money, traveling worldwide to come here for the old broad’s fortune. Tennie had faith in Bairre, but depended on the creature too much to risk injuring her. And to be honest - this guy looked too put together to need such a fortune - or to risk any beast to get it. “Y’heading off somewhere? Other than insulting passerbys, I wouldn’t mind a word with a fellow Irishman!” You had to stick together, after all - and most Irish tended to stick to port towns getting work in the cities. You didn’t see far too many out here unless they traveled in huge family units!
And, of course, how was she to know that the man who sounded Irish actually wasn’t?
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Hindrick managed a small chuckle at Tennie’s comment. Yes, a sane man would have given up already. Why hadn’t he? He was more likely to die here than to even see the deed to that goldmine. He was more likely to have his dinosaurs suffer severe injuries than even get a speck of gold. Why was he here? Oh yes, because he was so poor that he’d soon be out in the streets and his dinosaurs would have to be given up. This was his last extreme attempt to keep that from happening.
Unknown to most, Hindrick was near broke. He only had a few dollars to his name and the items he carried with him. He might have been better off if it wasn’t for the fact he had a terrible head for money and usually invested all his capital in experiments and studies. The grants he received did very little to help ease the burden. But the man would forever play the part of the wealthy gentlemen. Good breeding and a need to keep up appearances would keep him from dropping the act.
Hindrick smiled at Tennie. She thought he was Irish. Really, he should be considered one, but genetics somewhat overwhelmed nurture at this point. “I’ve got nothing else to do today. I wouldn’t mind a small chat. Oh, yes, I’m Hindrick Rospev. Please call me Doctor Rospev though,” He held his hand out. If it wasn’t clear that he wasn’t of Irish descent, it was clear now. “And you are?”
