[Sexby is just heading up to see if Angelica wanted to go for another session of sword practice.
On the way along the corridor, he hears a voice from her room; Scottish, and unfamiliar, and he picks up, because it doesn't sound too friendly. His hand is already on the hilt of his sword when he reaches the door, and tells the man, before taking a few steps inside to get a good look at him,]
Sir, I do advise you not to give her a moment's further trouble or I... [He trailed off as he then did step inside and spotted who the man was. Or looked like. Modern clothes, no hair or beard, but a familiar enough face. Like him and the Master or Sam. Even so, part of him can't resist.]
So, they did not cut off your head? Seems it must not run with the face, then, sir. Or, if they did, I confess I am a little disappointed they did not make you carry it under your arm like a proper phantom would.
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:20 pm (UTC)On the way along the corridor, he hears a voice from her room; Scottish, and unfamiliar, and he picks up, because it doesn't sound too friendly. His hand is already on the hilt of his sword when he reaches the door, and tells the man, before taking a few steps inside to get a good look at him,]
Sir, I do advise you not to give her a moment's further trouble or I... [He trailed off as he then did step inside and spotted who the man was. Or looked like. Modern clothes, no hair or beard, but a familiar enough face. Like him and the Master or Sam. Even so, part of him can't resist.]
So, they did not cut off your head? Seems it must not run with the face, then, sir. Or, if they did, I confess I am a little disappointed they did not make you carry it under your arm like a proper phantom would.