[ There is suddenly a knife at your throat, and a broad, firm body at your back. Whatever's back there reeks of sweat and blood and booze. The knife presses against the skin of your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, not yet. ]
Hullo there. No screaming, if you please.
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Finally he arrives at the conclusion: ]
Yeah. Alright.
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Good.
...I'm Jonathan. By the by.
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That's Blackbeard to you, dog.
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R-right. Of course. Blackbeard.
[Is it like.................................. your roleplay name or ]
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He lets the Archivist go. ]
You'll do well to remember that.
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Right.
[Phew.]
So.. The real Blackbeard.
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