Rae grins unrepentantly and leans on Autor, chuckling. She is mildly amazed (echoing Westley and Humperdinck's amazement) that Buttercup actually spoke up and did something.
"Oh, I'm sure the name is misleading," she grins. "But he didn't even bother lowering his voice to say that, did he?"
Buttercup faces Westley, speaking her heart. "I thought you were dead once and it almost destroyed me. I could not bear it if you died again, not when I could save you."
With that, the Prince lifts her up onto his horse as he rides by -
"What the hell, does she have a handle attached to her back or something?" Rae exclaims.
- leaving Westley with the count.
"Come, sir," says the count, speaking very evenly. "We must get you to your ship."
"This character is a bad actor. Not the actor, the actor's doing fine, but the character is a bad actor," Rae chuckles.
Westley, too, sees right through the barely-attempted deception. He steps forward, and smiles. "We are men of action," he says. "Lies do not become us."
The count smiles back. "Well spoken, sir." He gives the nod to his men, then notices Westley's look. "What is it?"
Westley is smirking. "You have six fingers on your right hand. Someone was looking for you."
"Ooooooooooooh," Rae says, grinning broadly and jostling Autor's shoulder at the significance of this. On the screen, the count knocks Westley out cold. Maybe this is starting to really get good.
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Date: 2015-11-20 05:42 am (UTC)"Oh, I'm sure the name is misleading," she grins. "But he didn't even bother lowering his voice to say that, did he?"
Buttercup faces Westley, speaking her heart. "I thought you were dead once and it almost destroyed me. I could not bear it if you died again, not when I could save you."
With that, the Prince lifts her up onto his horse as he rides by -
"What the hell, does she have a handle attached to her back or something?" Rae exclaims.
- leaving Westley with the count.
"Come, sir," says the count, speaking very evenly. "We must get you to your ship."
"This character is a bad actor. Not the actor, the actor's doing fine, but the character is a bad actor," Rae chuckles.
Westley, too, sees right through the barely-attempted deception. He steps forward, and smiles. "We are men of action," he says. "Lies do not become us."
The count smiles back. "Well spoken, sir." He gives the nod to his men, then notices Westley's look. "What is it?"
Westley is smirking. "You have six fingers on your right hand. Someone was looking for you."
"Ooooooooooooh," Rae says, grinning broadly and jostling Autor's shoulder at the significance of this. On the screen, the count knocks Westley out cold. Maybe this is starting to really get good.