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 Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 10:25 am
Ancilla made her way back to the base quickly before any thing had started. She watched as people came out of the gates to greet her and take the water back to the holding tanks. A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked around. "When will I actually get even a peice of the action my father got..." She had always dreamed of combat, in someways it had become fetish like to her. Her body manuvered the mech into it's place, opening up the hatch so that she could crawl down the ladder. It was routine, boring, very old. Her eyes watched her mech as she climbed down, it was the only thing that seemed complicated in the simple life that she led, that's why she loved her mech so much, it took work to keep it running.
She turned and started walking only to find that she had run into her fathers chest. "Hi dad..." she breathed, muffled by his flesh. She felt a pat on her back as he stepped back as the cooler air rushed into her lungs. "Did anything change in the few hours I was away?" She asked perking an interested eyebrow.
"Not particularly..." muttered the hardened man, he was huge for his age, very rugged. "We just picked up a few things over the radio, you know so we could see when shipments or refugees are coming in?" Cilla nodded, "Yeah I know....the usual I'm guessing?" She shrugged it off as she started to walk away. "No big deal...I'm gonna go lay down for a bit.." she muttered as she walked into one of the buildings. The whole base was solar powered and in the desert earth they inhabited there was PLENTY of sun, although they did bring out the mirrors at night to magnify the moon light for energy as well.
Her father looked at her as the door closed behind her sealing itself to the heat. He heaved a large sigh, she was unhappy, he knew it. She was too sheltered, too taken care of here, but he wouldn't let his only child go out there, no sir, there was too many things out there that could have her killed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 5:50 pm
What a damned hole. Lillium strode into possibly the worst, cheapest dive bar she could find. There she could have a bit of privacy. Her hood was up even as she pushed open the door, wiping her hand on her pants. First she went to the bar and ordered a stiff drink, doubled for she would probably be there for a while. She gave the bar tender a fine tip and a request to be left alone. With her drink in hand she found the most solitary corner she could possibly find and took her seat.
After a few shuddering sips she propped her legs up on the table top and turned on her internal communications. Lines opening...private channel... she gave silent commands as she connected with her current employers. "Conformation of the Crimson Wolves in this area...I haven't found their leader yet but I have sources who will give me the information for decent pay. It seems loyalties are thin here...who ever has the larger sum to pay. She would have laughed but remained silent, her smirk shrouded by the hood.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:40 pm
Valco had been walking along, searching around in his pouch for anything that would be worth it to trade off. The only things of value on his person were his weaponry, a few chunks of gold, and a single set of blueprints that he had taken enough time to copy down back in his workshop. In a world such as this one, the actual development of new technology was rare. Anything that was used had likely been developed decades ago and some of the oldest mech designs had been in use for incredibly long times.
It was the set of blueprints that Valco reluctantly pulled from his LBE vest, shifting them mindlessly in his fingers as CD came up beside him. Her bright pink eyes did little to settle his nerves and a fine sweat was starting to spread over his face and arms despite the rare cool breeze that was blowing through the desert and the city on that day. The cheery smile on her face was encouraging, though. At least enough so to encourage him to talk. "Me? Jealous? Honestly, CD, you should know by now that I'm immune to your flirtations." He laughed quietly, adjusting his sunglasses slightly as he pulled back his hair, quickly pulling a gray bandanna from his pocket to tie it all back. As he adjusted the knot on the bandanna his hands came back down to his sides, pulling the blueprints from his pocket where they had been stowed for the time being. "Anyway, you do know me better than to believe that I'm jealous." The truth was, he was horribly jealous, but such a thing couldn't be left to bleed through. He was the Captain, he had to stay strong against all fronts, including the ones concerning his own pleasure at the detriment of his crew.
"All the same, CD, I don't have time to be jealous right now. I've got to go deal with the shopkeeper that James is working with. Maybe he'll have found everything that we need." Using the tracking device built into his dataslate he tracked down the shop that James was at, ducking his head to get inside. "'Ey, James, what'd you find?" The shopkeeper looked up at the huge man, instantly running through the list of products that James had wanted and their subsequent costs. After ten minutes of conversation with the man, the two reached a set price. Valco parted with the blueprints for the water well pump, the chunks of gold that he had in his pocket, and one of the power cells from his pistol. "Ya know what?" The store owner laughed, moving around his counter. "You boys been so good with tha payment, I'm gonna rid all this stuff up on a trailer for ya, no charge at all. Once yer ready ta leave, just swing back by here an' I'll give ya the beacon code so it'll follow ya out ta yer Crawler."
Valco shook the man's hand heartily, smiling at him through the beard. "Thank you very much, mister. I'll make sure that we head back by your shop the next time that we come through the area." With one last wave he headed back out onto the street, nodding to James. "Good work, kid. I'm sure that Sergius'll like the new stuff for the Gestalt." After a few steps he stopped, ducking quickly back into the small shop. "'Ey, mister, what's a good bar around here?" Without a moment of hesitation the man replied, "There's only one bar in the whole city. Back on the main strip, bit neon sign. Can't miss it." Valco nodded and backed out, calling back one last, "Thank you."
As he stepped out, he tapped his comlink on with one hand. "Alright guys, new plan. There's a bar on the main drag of the Hive City here. Make for that point and we'll all rendezvous there." He tapped the link off again and set out at a brisk pace, suddenly feeling all the more thirsty for having thought about a cold drink. He was the first one to make the bar, pulling the bandanna from his head as the shade of the building's interior covered his form. There weren't hardly any people in the place, but for a redhead in the back corner and a few men drinking at the bar. Hm...might have to see if the little redhead would like a drink later on, he thought to himself, laughing quietly as he approached the bar. "Alright, man. One for me and ready a whole bunch for my crew."
-=Meanwhile=-
Sarah Alder paced the deck of the Doom Horn anxiously, now and again walking out to talk to her crew in hushed tones. None of them liked the sudden arrival of Commander Cyron, but it was something that they all had to deal with. He was, after all, one of the most powerful men in all of the Corporation, and as such he was not a man to be taken lightly. Her short bob of blonde hair was tucked back behind her ear as she paced up to the pilot's deck again, steeling herself to confront the Commander. However, her words were silenced when she saw him holding his right fingers to his ear in a now universal symbol that he was using an internal commlink.
"Well done, Lillium," he said aloud, not bothering to reply mentally to the mercenary he had hired. "They were right when they said that you're worth the money. Once you find the leader of the Wolves, keep his attention. Do whatever you have to do to keep them off of their guard, alright? The hunk of s**t transport that I've got should be at the Hive City in right around an hour." As soon as he finished up his conversation he turned around, seeing an incredibly angry Lieutenant Alder.
"Commander Cyron," she said, trying hard to keep her voice under control. "My transport is not some hunk of s**t. My crew and I have worked hard to make this one of the top marked patrol vehicles in the whole of the Eastern Hemisphere. I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from demeaning my crew and my work." She stepped back slightly, trying to regain her composure as Cyron stepped forward, raising one heavy hand and striking her across the face, knocking her back and to the floor. "This is not your transport, and this is not your crew. This all belongs to the Corporation! All of you, don't you dare forget that!" The crew of the ship instantly turned to their work, trying to ignore what had happened as Alder struggled to her feet, wiping a bit of blood from her lip. Oh...he'll get his day soon enough. I won't let him get away with ******** yeah! Lets get this s**t alive again!))
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:59 pm
Cd strolled into the bar a little later, a bag slung over her shoulder and a pleased expression on her face. She tucked one leg of her glasses into the front of her shirt and popped up behind Valco, giving him a hearty slap on the back before falling into the seat beside him with a grin. "You are not going to believe with things that I managed to find! This place is amazing!" Her hands shook slightly as she wrapped them around the glass the bar tender set in front of her. The glass tumbler shook a little as she lifted it to her lips, and then CD set it back down until her hands steadied.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 7:13 pm
Lillium's eyes continually scanned the bar. It was such a s**t hole, she couldn't believe it was still in business. Then again it was the only bar in town and the best place to find her target. She frowned a little when her employer said she was worth the money. Of course she was! 112 victims...114 missions, the odds were good she was worth the damned money. She could think this without communicating it to the commander of course. She listened to him though, fiddling with the end of her bull whip that was wrapped around her lithe body.
Keep his attention...? Why not just kill him? she nearly demanded with a scowl from under her hood. It'd be damned easier to just kill the... she paused when her target simply strode into the bar. Holy Horus...a Norse God just walked in... she realized she said that over the mental com. Damnit...over and out! She closed off the link easily, the commander wouldn't be able to contact her unless she permitted it.
It was to bad she knew this man was her target. There were a few things she'd like to do besides kill him. Still, it was damned good money. For a few moments she waited. It was to bad she did, some other woman walked in and slapped Valco on the back. Her eyes narrowed, what an uncouth gesture. It would figure he would keep company with women like that.
She slid her boots off the table and rose to her feet. The heels clicking along the patchy wood floor as she walked up behind Valco. She purposefully made her boots sound heavy, to let him know someone was approaching who wasn't trying to remain a secret. As she got right up behind him her fingers touched the small of his back, ran slightly up his spine then drifted off the side as she took a seat on a bar stool beside him. Lillium fully ignored the woman to his other side, she was nothing to worry about or even really pay any attention to. "New to town?" she purred softly as she set her own drink on the table. "What kind of local would I be if I didn't buy you a drink?" she turned her head to the bartender and gave a simple nod meaning to put his drinks on her tab. "I suppose one for your...back slapper as well, she added not even turning towards the taller woman.
(Bah, edited...)
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 7:50 pm
Vashti grabbed the handle to the bar door, twisting the knob she walked in. Her eyes closed as she ran a hand through her long blond hair. Closing the door behind her she stopped as she took a look around the bar, scanning at all of the other people who had come to relax and have a drink. Glancing at the girl in the corner then at all the men at the bar. She didn’t walk up to the bar just yet to order her drinks, she watched as Lillium walked up to Valco. Lilliums intentions of seduction clearly seen, plain as day in Vashtiss eyes. Remembering that her reasons for coming to the bar was not to watch others but to have a drink herself and relax. She moved her eyes away from the others as they landed on a free chair at the bar. Letting out a small sigh, she made her way slowly to the bar. Her shoes making a small noise on the floor as she walked towards the bar stool.
Taking a seat at the bar she looked at the bartender, signaling to him that she wished to order a drink. The man walked over to her as she rested one of her hands on the bar. “Beer will do.” Vashti wasn’t normally the type to drink, but she had been working on her Mech a lot lately and she was a bit tired and worn out. This was her one women celebration of completely all of her long hard work of repairing it. The bartender nodded, as he went to get Vashtis and the others drinks.
With her drink placed in front of her she grabbed it and stood up from her stood. Walking away from the crowded bar she walked over to one of the tables. Placing her still full drink on the table she pulled one of the chairs out. Taking a seat in the chair, she leaned back relaxing in her seat. Reaching her hand out she grabbed her drink and took a long sip from it. Placing the cup back down on the table she closed her eyes for a bit. Bring one of her hands up to her shoulder as she started to massage it for a moment. All the work that she had been doing lately had done a number on her body, she was just glad she was finally given the chance to relax...for now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:16 pm
Valco smiled as his back was slapped, the action followed closely by the familiar voice of CD. "What all were you able to find, hon? Whatever it was, hopefully it didn't suck too much of your funds down out of your pocket. All I know is that James had damned well better make good use of the stuff he bought today. If he doesn't, I'm gonna skin him alive and sell off the meat to make up the funds I dropped on the things he needed." He laughed quietly, taking a quick swig of his drink before slapping the glass back to the counter. The drink tasted good, far better than any of the alcohol that he and Sergius distilled on the Gestalt. However, he knew that he couldn't get used to it, and it was at that moment that he felt a touch on his back.
He turned to face the rather small, slender redhead that he had spotted up on entering the bar. The fact that she was offering to pay for their drinks was impressive, given the usual cost of such things in this time. "Yeah, we are new to town," he said with a bright smile, shifting on his stool to face her. "We just rolled in today looking for some parts. I take it that you're a local?" He smiled, hoping to use his charm to keep the free drinks flowing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:31 pm
"Loads of cool stuff! I mean, ice cream candies. They're really hard to find." CD was as excited as a kid in a candy store, her eyes lit up bright with the prospect of her new treasures and sharing them all with the crew. "And don't you worry about my ability to keep myself funded. I always manage to scrape up enough to go out and find supplies. Which reminds me, I found more pain killers. I might need them if you end up skinning poor James." She grinned at Valco then glanced around him at the red headed young woman who had sat on the other side of her captain. "Lo there."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:44 pm
"That I am," she said as she took another sip of her exceptionally strong drink. It was a damned good thing she actually spent time building up her immunity, especially given her tiny frame. Anyone else her size would be gone with just half of the drink she had in her hand. She didn't look over at the two, even as Valco turned in his stool to face her. The bartender knew better...he also know about the large wad of money in his pocket from the red head and knew to keep his mouth shut. "Hello there dearie," she responded politely enough to the girl but payed no attention to her otherwise. The girl spoke of ice cream candies as if she found the Christian Holy Grail. A child to be sure.
Finally she turned and looked to Valco. She reached up and pulled her hood back as she looked up to meet the man's gaze. The first thing anyone should notice would be the tattoo around her sharp blue right eye. It looked as if it should be made of metal, tattooed with a special kind of ink that left actual metal flakes on top of her skin to reflect the light, giving the tattoo the appearance of being metallic. Aside from that her face was fair with fire red hair spilling over her shoulders."Parts..." she repeated with a small, thoughtful grin as she crossed her right leg over her left, letting the leg rub against Valco's. "I know a decent store not to far from here," she said, leaning forward a little, a hand resting on his knee. "I could take you there after your drink."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:49 am
Blade had been window shopping around the Hive City by his lonesome for quite some time, before finally deciding to return to the rendezvous point. Finally, I'll be able to get a damn drink... Blade internalized as he came upon the neon sign he had passed with CD earlier. He pushed the door open, and quietly entered the dimly lit structure; immediately recognizing Valco, and CD... and some red headed woman. Blade stared at her for a moment, for red heads were almost extinct in this day-and-age, and Blade had never seen one in person before; only in magazines. He gave his comrades a quiet nod in passing; making his way to the very end of the bar and taking a seat at the last stool. He propped his elbow upon the bar-table and began snapping his fingers at the bartender to get his attention. "Beer. And make it dark." Blade ordered in a flat, deliberate tone before scanning his eyes around the tables, and patrons of the bar. Who were these people? These faces? This whole place seemed like an end-of-the-road kind of dive, and the worn, tired expressions on everyone's faces affirmed that suspicion. Blade's eyes fixated on a beautiful blonde woman sitting by her lonesome at one of the tables in the corner; nursing over a mug of brew. But as soon as the woman seemed to take notice that he was staring, he quickly looked away. Finally, the bartender came back with Blade's drink, and set the mug down in front of him. "Better have somethin' good. Dark beer ain't cheap, ya know." Blade looked up at the bartender with a smirk, as he reached into his pocket, and pulled out an American $1.00 bill. Blade smooshed the bill into the bartenders palm, who looked upon the thin piece of paper perplexedly. "What the hell is this?" the bartender inquired with a sneer. "That's what was once called legal tender. It's a one dollar bill, dating back to 2301." Blade replied to the disenchanted looking bartender. "It's an antique." Blade persisted. "Yeah, I guess..." the bartender replied doubtfully as he shoved the bill into his pocket, and walked to the other end of the bar. "Probably worth more than your whole damn bar..." Blade muttered under his breath as he took a good swig of his thick, black beer. And that's when he saw it: sitting just adjacent to his left, was a vid-phone terminal. "Huh." Blade smirked as he stared at the blank screen. He then bit his lower lip before peering his eyes around the room nervously. Well, it looked like Valco and CD were already preoccupied. So nobody would notice that the putz was calling his estranged wife again, right? Right...
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:26 pm
Once Valco bought the parts and had told him what to do, James dashed out and ran around the city for a few minutes giggeling like a schoolgirl so almost everyone that saw him thought he was insane. Once he had burnt off enough energy that he wasn't hyper anymore he headed off towards the bar that everyone was going to be at though he got lost on the way and it took him another minute to get to a wall and run around the inside until he got back to the entrance they came from. Walking along the road he quickly found the bar and walked in with a rather large grin before he almost hopped onto the stool on the other side of CD and looked to the bartender. He didn't even have to say anything before he got handed a glass. With a shrug to nobody inparticular he downed the drink in one gulp and he seemed to mellow out greatly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:35 pm
The tattoo around her eye was fascinating. Since they had been in Egypt he had seen the image in plenty of places. He still had absolutely no clue as to its significance, and it had never been worth his time to ask about it. Now, though, it seemed like it might finally be worth it, if only for the reason of being interested in the girl. That, though, wasn't hard at all. She had quite a bit of natural beauty, and her hints at him weren't exactly discrete. "Well, as for that drink, I'll be sure to take care of that quickly. Thank you again for the drinks. We've been without power at my crawler for a while, so any little bit of relaxation is worth it."
For another moment or two he held her gaze, his gold eyes locked onto her piercing blue eyes. "Forgive me if this is a little bit forward, but what's the story on that tattoo you've got? I mean...Nah, sorry, that was a little poorly worded. I've seen that symbol all over the place here in Egypt and I still don't have the faintest damn clue as to what it means. Maybe you could fill me in?" He smiled and took another sip of his strong drink, setting it down with a quiet laugh. "And I mean, your tattoo there's a fine piece of work. Haven't seen a fine piece like that in quite a while. I mean, I've got a bit of ink myself." He turned away from her and pulled down on the collar of his shirt, showing the top edge of his tattoo. "I got this one when I was traveling through the Middle East, felt like this symbol was just calling out to me." Another laugh passed his lips as he spun back around, not wanting to take his eyes off of this woman.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:49 pm
((The following post is gay. You don't have to read it.)) Without really giving it another thought, Blade quickly slid his card key into the input reader of the vid-phone terminal device *BLUIP* An image suddenly transmitted across the screen: It was Karen, and this time it wasn't an automated message. She was laying in bed on her stomach; covered underneath some thin sheets, and looking straight forward towards the screen. She was at least a couple of time zones away, so the fact that she was in bed didn't come as a surprise to Blade. Karen's distorted voice emitted through the speakers...
Karen: *Oh! Hi, William.* Blade: "Your phone was busy again." Karen: *...I'm sorry. Did you call for me?* Blade: "Well, you know..." Karen: *Thanks for calling, William... what's all this about?* Blade: "Nothing. Forget it..."Karen: *Oh, I just had an appointment with someone. That's all.* Blade: "A man?" Karen: *Why do you want to know?* Blade: "Well, you know, I just like to keep tabs on you." Karen: *You jealous?* Blade: ".........." Karen: *Aha! That's it! You're jealous, aren't you!* Blade: "Don't pick on me like that." Karen: *Sorry. And don't worry about anything. I just went for my regular examination.* Blade: "What, your memory recovery treatments?" Karen: *That's right. Doctor you-know-who.* Blade: "So that's it, huh? Well that old guy definitely doesn't give me anything to worry about." Karen: *I don't know about that. These days I find myself attracted to senior citizens.* Blade: "Oh really. Well then I guess I'll have to try again after I've gotten a little older, huh? So how are you doing?" Karen: *I'm getting by all right. How about you, William? Are you eating properly?* Blade: "Yeah, I'm doing okay. I miss your great "pasghetti", though." Karen: *"Pasghetti"? Oh that's cute. You still call it that?* Blade: "Same as always. Keeping myself busy so the loneliness doesn't have time to sink in." Karen: *Staying busy at work really helps me. The days pass quickly that way.* Blade: "How's your job going, Karen? Are you still working at Milan Pharmaceuticals?" Karen: *Yes. The work really suits me. I almost feel like I've been doing it for years.* Blade: "I'm surprised how you keep up in such a technical field." Karen: *It surprises even me. I guess I still remember some of what I used to know. I'm hoping that doing this job may help bring my memory back.* Blade: "Any sign your memory may be coming back?" Karen: *I'm afraid not. I can't remember anything about living together with you, or having fun together. What about you, William?* Blade: "It's the same for me. I can't remember anything from before I woke up in that bed in the army hospital." Karen: *I guess this is going to take some time.* Blade: "I suppose the key is to just keep working at this job and see what happens. Looks like this Mercenary business is more dangerous than I thought it would be." Karen: *...William?* Blade: "But, it's still not as bad as boot camp... I'm a lot more relaxed working like this." Karen: *Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?* Blade: "Well, it's pretty scary sometimes, but now I've got a definite goal, something to live for."Karen: *I was really surprised when I heard you'd become a Mercenary.* Blade: "I'm sorry. It was really hard for me to try to tell you... So, what kind of dreams have you had lately? Are you still seeing that same one?" Karen: *Yes, it's that same one over and over.* Blade: "That one, huh?" Karen: *Yes, I'm carrying a child and running from a fire. But no matter how much I run, the fire doesn't get any farther away.* Blade: "Then what?" Karen: *It gets hotter and hotter, until I can't stand it... Then I leave the child and run.* Blade: "You leave the child?" Karen: *And the flames grow brighter and grow and grow...* Blade: "And what about the kid?" Karen: *The child is...the child is as cold as ice.* Blade: "Why don't you record that thing for me with the dreamcorder?" Karen: *Why?*Blade: "I want to see the same dream as you?" Karen: *No. I hate that dream. I wouldn't want anyone else to see it.* Blade: "But Karen, it might have something to do with our past." Karen: *..........*Blade: "So Karen, what's under that negligee?" Karen: *What are you talking about, William?* Blade: "Well, you know... I bet you're not wearing anything." Karen: *Of course not. I don't wear any underwear when I sleep.* Blade: "(Aha! So that means...) Karen! Look out! There's a big roach on your bed!" Karen: *Ahh! Where!?* Blade: "It just went under the sheets!" Karen: *Really?!* Blade: "Yeah! You'd better pull those sheets off quick or..." Karen: *Where!? Where is it?!* Blade: "Hurry, Karen! Oh.... I can't stand this!" Karen: *Ahhhh! Where is it?!* Blade: "Karen! You gotta pull those sheets back, quick!" Karen: *..........*Blade: "The sheets! Everything! Pull it all off!" Karen: *..........* Blade: "Karen?" Karen: *..........* Blade: "Uh... Karen?" Karen: *William...?* Blade: ".........." Karen: *There's no roach; is there?* Blade: ".........." Karen: *You never change, do you.* Blade: "...sorry."Karen: *..........*Blade: "Karen, I'm not sure how to say this, but I really want to make up with you. I want to try again." Karen: *Please don't say that, William. Right now, I think the two of us are better off apart. I'm sure of it...* Blade: "I don't care if my memory comes back or not. I just want a second chance with you, Karen!" Karen: *William, I'm just so sick of our hurting each other. Memories are important for any couple. I can't handle a life of lies...* Blade: "Karen, we can make our own memories together!" Karen: *Wait, William. I don't know about this right now...* Blade: "Karen, I need you! I can't live without you!" Karen: *William, how can you say such lies to me?* Blade: "Lies? What are you talking about?" Karen: *I hear you've been making passes at quite a few women.* Blade: "What? Me? You must be kidding."Karen: *Don't think I don't know, William...*Blade: "C'mon, Karen. Talk to me a bit. Over dinner or something... we haven't been out in so long... we're going to be rolling back through Italy sometime soon..."Karen: *No, William.*Blade: "Karen, how about a musical? There's some really interesting robot musicals playing."Karen: *.........*Blade: "Why don't we visit the Bio Zoo? I hear a baby unicorn's been born over there..."Karen: *.........*Blade: "Karen, are you seeing somebody?"Karen: *William, you're really messed up!*Blade: "What do you mean? Why?" Karen: *Don't you see? You and I are free now. We aren't supposed to be messing around in each other's affairs, right?* Blade: "It's not that simple.... you're seeing someone, aren't you?"Karen: *William! Don't be so stupid. That's not what I mean! I'm going to hang up now...*Blade: "Wait a minute!"Karen: *I mean it, I'm hanging up! See ya...*Blade: "C'mon, Karen. Hold on a sec -*"*BLUIP* the transmission cut-off. Blade went somberly quiet as he pulled the card from the machine, realizing that he had probably just created a scene. He slipped the card back into his pocket and took another swig of his beverage, before setting the mug back down on the counter in front of him, and staring into the glass...
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:53 pm
Lillium continued to stare up into Valco's eyes. She held that little smirk, coy and self assured. Behind that though, deep in her mind she was staring down her prey. Why the commander wanted her to wait was beyond it. It wouldn't be easy bringing this giant down, especially since she would have to physically fight him now that they had met and she was no expert in poisons to slip into his drink.
The listened as he asked his question, very wordy question and it made her smirk soften slightly. When he pulled down the collar of the shirt to show the tattoo she leaned in, letting her hand run up this thigh while the other moved to the tattoo. Her fingers brushed the inked skin slightly. "Very interesting..." she said with a rise of one eyebrow, having no idea of it's significance. Then she leaned back and fully removed her hands from him, leaning on the counter top.
One hand touched the metal flaked tattoo and she gave that little smirk again. "The eye of Ra...My entire family is Egyptian, true Egyptian. We can trace our ancestry back to the ancient times and have always followed the old ways...minus sacrifices and such." She flicked her hand a little to emphasize her point. "It symbolizes strength and protection...the story is kind of long...but in short the God Ra had his eye torn out and then used it to keep watch on his subjects." She gave a little laugh, "it hurt like a b***h though, let me tell you." With a little sigh she look back to his neck. "And yours?"
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