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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:45 pm
a masacre is senseless *he says, takeing his drink and finishing it.
Wars are foght to make sense of things. because something needs to change..... at least someone sees it that way. It may not be right.... but sensless it is not.
*he sets his glass down and walks towards the door, keeping Kara in his periphrial vision*
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:48 pm
Well... my war is being faught because they're trying to keep everyone the same. The sick sons of... :::She begins to grumble obscenities at the Tropos as she stands and heads behind the bar to find a drink:::
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:53 pm
And your people fight this war to prevent that from happening. Makes perfect sense to me *Gunsinger reaches up for his key and turns to face Kara, hand on the doorknob*
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:58 pm
:::She stands up straight behind the bar and slams down the bottle she's got in her hand. It thuds loudly:::
No. We're trying to live our lives out as comfortably as possible. We mind our own business and would be perfectly happy never to see those godforsaken Tropos ever again. But they just insist on coming. They don't even want us back. They just want us dead... So we're forced to protect ourselves.
:::She unscrews the cap and pours herself some of it. It appears to be juice of some sort:::
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:07 pm
point is that you do protect yourselves.
*He steps aside from the door.*
It does not matter that you do not want this war.... what matters is there is a reason you must fight it.
The only way to end a war lof pure idealogie... is to cut off the otherside at the source.
*He says then inserts his key in the door and exits*
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:14 pm
Uhg. :::She huffs and takes a gulp of the passionfruit nectar before placing her glass back down on the bar:::
Men... and their stupid obsession with fighting. Everyone one of 'em talks about it like it's holy... and they're all just getting themselves landed in hell for it.
:::And by the time she'd taken another swig of her nectar, she too was gone from the Brink:::
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:58 pm
A woman fades in, leaning back in a chair and tapping a deck of cards idly on the table. Clearly from the late 1800's or so, albeit not a textbook example of the period in question-- particularly the short, boyish haircut. It is somewhat disguised with hairpins, and at a glance from the front one would think it's simply tied back. She was looking at the floor at the time she began to fade, decidedly inattentive, so it takes her a while to realize the setting has changed from one bar to another.
She looks up slowly, blinking in confusion, and frowns, sitting up. "What the..." This is certainly different. She scans the room suspiciously, not sure what to think, and stays where she is, putting the cards down. "Where am I..?" she mumbles, almost to herself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:11 pm
*Gunsinger fades in split seconds after the newcomer..... he's positioned near the back of the room and once again out of sight..... he takes in her appearence... and removes the string from the hammer of his gun.. for the first time it looked as tho someone else from his.... Era? had appeared... at the question he leans back against the wall bringing himself out of hideing and calmly mutters:*
A question I have asked many times before.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:12 pm
:::From out of the guest hall walks a tall blond woman. She's wearing comfortable looking flannel pants and a tank top. As she enters, she beings to look around and there she sees a stranger:::
:::Cora pauses... wondering if this visitor was new or not:::
Hello...
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:17 pm
She just stares at them for a while, briefly scanning first the man and then the woman. Neither of them familiar-- especially the woman; she didn't even seem to belong here-- before saying anything.
"Who are you? And why am I here?" She is on edge, due to several factors, all of which are deeply troubling for one reason or another. If asked, she wouldn't know where to start. But she tries to stay calm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:21 pm
:::Just then Cora realizes that the other woman isn't the only new comer. There's a man there too... two new people at once:::
Oooh boy. Alright, both of you. :::She saw right away that they were both armed, the man more so than the woman. They almost looked as though they belonged to similar eras:::
Let's just keep level heads here. :::She turned her palms up at her sides so they could tell she wasn't holding anything, though the cuffs on her wrists must have looked strange:::
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:21 pm
*Gunsinger turns on the ball of his foot and backs up 5 paces.. his hand a few inches from his weapon... when he see's that it is a woman he stands up a bit streighter..... there was something familiar in her face too... but he dismisses it and instead gives a slight glance to the other girl before his blood red eyes flick back to Cora*
My name is Gunsinger. I don't know this one. As for where we are.... They call it the "Brink of time" whatever that may be.
*his position relaxes.. but he keeps his right hand near his waist.*
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:23 pm
::Sato fades in, sitting in one of the chairs. She's staring at the floor and moving listlessly, as if waiting for.... something. She looks up at all the new people, but doesn't say anything for the moment::
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:30 pm
"Alright...." Felicity processes the information slowly, still not sure who to believe. The name Gunsinger sounds somewhat familiar, but just in the sense that it's such an unusual name she could have heard it once three years ago and still have it ring a bell. She'd always had a good memory for names.
"I'm Jane... Lockhart," she says after a while, deeming it safe to introduce herself, then stands up, gesturing slightly to the walls. "What... where is this? The brink of time? What's that?"
She looks to both of them for any answer, just wanting to find out what happened. The arrival of a third person makes her jump back slightly, confused as to how they could have gotten there so fast.
"What.. what happened?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:35 pm
:::Cora realizes that Sato has joined them too. Aaaah great. Even her thoughts have turned sarcastic. At least the man seemed to know where he was, the girl on the otherhand:::
Jane Lockhart, Mr. Gunsinger, my name is Cora... :::turning back to the girl:::
And yes, you are in a place called the Brink of Time. We-... I mean none of you any harm. Just give me a moment to explain.
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