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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:40 pm
*Luke's glaring at Melliandra. He'd love to take out some rage on her. He'd love for Cora to do it, too. The b***h deserved it.*
*But... he needs Mel's cooperation if he's going to get that artifact. If she's unconscious that's not gonna happen.*
*Luke takes charge and takes Cora by the arm. He glares to Mel and then looks back to Cora.* C'mon. Don't let her play you. It's not worth it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:41 pm
::Sato watches the two b***h at eachother. Frankly, she'd like to see the both of them go at it, but they seemed to be well on their way. Sato made her way the long way around them to the bar::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:43 pm
:::Quietly to Luke:::
I don't know, she might be right. A fist full of knuckles to her chin might be a lot of fun.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:46 pm
If you could land the hit, *Mell points out pleasantly* Otherwise it would just mean further frustration for you.
*She waves to Sato* Hallo, darling! Pour me one too, won't you?
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:53 pm
::Sato looks up from under the bar where she was scrounging around::
What am I? Your ******** barmaid? Why don't you and blondie go wrestle in the mud or something.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:55 pm
Only if you'll join us, *Melli retorts, smiling sweetly*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:56 pm
::Sato smiles::
Yeah, you'ld like that, wouldn't you. What do you want to drink?
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 1:58 pm
*Yeah, but I can't talk to her, if she's unconscious..* Yeah, tell me about it.
*Luke and Cora look up as Sato speaks up, and then Luke follows Mel over to the bar. He's completing ignoring the two ladies' conversation.*
*He waits a tic and then asks Mel.* How did you know about that?
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:01 pm
Almost as much as Luke would, *Melliandra chuckles, then adds* Surprise me.
*She turns back to Luke as he approaches, eyebrows raised* Hmmm? About what, darling? The mud-wrestling? *she teases* That's easy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:01 pm
:::Cora watches as Luke walks off... she was waiting for him to explain why in the world it was a bad idea then... but instead he walks off to join her and Sato at the bar. Wh-..!:::
:::Her hands grasp her hips, and she huffs... He's consorting with the enemy!:::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:08 pm
*Luke sends her a condescending frown and says in annoyed voice.* You know exactly what I'm talking about. How did you know about the sword?
*And how'd you know there were multitudes of Seraphim? Is there a ******** hotline I can call that hands out this ******** information?*
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:16 pm
::Sato watches them, a bottle of vodka and two shotglasses on the bar counter. She watches the three go at it intently, forgetting the glasses and instead knocking back the bottle and taking a swig::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:16 pm
Ahhhhhhhhhh, that. *Melliandra slides her katana from her waist and hands it to him for inspection* She fought with a sword just like this, didn't she? Fascinating design, but still, merely metal. And metal won't pierce a Seraphim's hide. Not even in human form, which is, I presume, how they attacked you.
*Her smiles takes on a wry twist, and she cuts him off just as he opens his mouth to respond* And before you ask me how I know that, my dear boy ... the answer is, because I've tried.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:19 pm
:::Cora can hear Melliandra quite well from where's standing, away from them. She intends to stay and overhear this conversation, but she's not too enthusiastic about joining:::
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:22 pm
*Luke closes his mouth, aggravated, but grateful that his question was answered. He looks down at her sword, appraising it.*
*He frowns.* And when did that happen?
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