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Nov. 19th, 2006 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shufti"Mama!"
Shufti stops in the door of room 148 and smiles at Jack.
"Oh, you clever boy!" She kisses him on the forehead as she steps inside the room and puts him down on the floor.
As she turns to shut the door, she freezes, coming face to face with Johnny.
"Get out of my room." she says, reaching for the crossbow on her belt. In an instant he has grabbed it and flung it across the room.
"No. It is time to talk. I have given you the reasons why I need you to do your duty and marry me. I need an answer, Betty."
Shufti glares at him straight in the eyes.
"You tell me that you must marry and produce an heir or your family will be thrown out of the house when you die. You asked for my pity. But you have sweet talked me before. I will never marry you. I will never take my son into that danger again. So you must find another woman to be your slave and leave us alone."
She backs away slightly as he moves forward.
She draws her sword.
He draws his.
"Then you leave me no choice. I'm sorry."
She lets out a piercing scream of anger and fear as he lunges forward, but her training comes into play and her sword meets his. They duel, each matching the others' strikes...
Neither really wanting to kill the other...
There is a crash as Johnny's sword goes through a glass on her locker and a thutunnnnng as Shufti's bounces off the bedpost. Each striking, each blocking, as if it were rehearsed.
And dodging around them, crawling into nooks and crannies is Jack, who eventually lodges himself into a corner behind a lamp and watches wide-eyed.
It cannot continue as such. Shufti knocks Johnny's sword from his hand and he immediately slams his hand onto her wrist, knocking her own sword away. In an instant he has her by the front of her shirt and throws her to the floor, on his knees and gasping for breath.
"You... improved." he gasps. "But you were never going to win."
In the corner, Jack stands up, carefully supporting himself on the wall.
And then putting his little hands on the lamp stand. He leans on it, and is surprised when it moves, toppling over down towards the pair on the floor below...
...smacking Johnny on the head...
...sliding down his forehead and hitting Shufti...
And all of a sudden the room is very quiet.
"Mama"
Shufti stops in the door of room 148 and smiles at Jack.
"Oh, you clever boy!" She kisses him on the forehead as she steps inside the room and puts him down on the floor.
As she turns to shut the door, she freezes, coming face to face with Johnny.
"Get out of my room." she says, reaching for the crossbow on her belt. In an instant he has grabbed it and flung it across the room.
"No. It is time to talk. I have given you the reasons why I need you to do your duty and marry me. I need an answer, Betty."
Shufti glares at him straight in the eyes.
"You tell me that you must marry and produce an heir or your family will be thrown out of the house when you die. You asked for my pity. But you have sweet talked me before. I will never marry you. I will never take my son into that danger again. So you must find another woman to be your slave and leave us alone."
She backs away slightly as he moves forward.
She draws her sword.
He draws his.
"Then you leave me no choice. I'm sorry."
She lets out a piercing scream of anger and fear as he lunges forward, but her training comes into play and her sword meets his. They duel, each matching the others' strikes...
Neither really wanting to kill the other...
There is a crash as Johnny's sword goes through a glass on her locker and a thutunnnnng as Shufti's bounces off the bedpost. Each striking, each blocking, as if it were rehearsed.
And dodging around them, crawling into nooks and crannies is Jack, who eventually lodges himself into a corner behind a lamp and watches wide-eyed.
It cannot continue as such. Shufti knocks Johnny's sword from his hand and he immediately slams his hand onto her wrist, knocking her own sword away. In an instant he has her by the front of her shirt and throws her to the floor, on his knees and gasping for breath.
"You... improved." he gasps. "But you were never going to win."
In the corner, Jack stands up, carefully supporting himself on the wall.
And then putting his little hands on the lamp stand. He leans on it, and is surprised when it moves, toppling over down towards the pair on the floor below...
...smacking Johnny on the head...
...sliding down his forehead and hitting Shufti...
And all of a sudden the room is very quiet.
"Mama"
