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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:17 pm
...hey, just because I don't wear the uniform anymore doesn't mean I'm not still a conflict-hungry heartless soldier...
:::She chuckled:::
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:19 pm
::Sato raised an imaginary glass in toast::
Here's to babes in battlesuits.
((Tarma, just jump in razz I think Cora missed your earlier entrance, so we'll call it a quick fade out. Feel free to just fade back in))))
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:22 pm
((*lazily recycles her previous post* xp ))
The Irishwoman Brinked in right in the middle of a supply unload, made evident by the huge sack of oats slung over her shoulder and the sheen of sweat over her face. She stood for a moment, blinking, then groaned and heaved the sack down to the floor at her feet.
"Blood hell..."
Looking both perturbed and frustrated, the soldier rubbed at the silver cross between her breasts. Garbed in sturdy boots, breeches and a loose white shirt, she felt far less comfortable than the last time this had happened; at least then she'd had full chain mail and her sword at her side. Fingers brushed the dagger tucked at the small of her back, as though for reasurance, before she suddenly took note of the two women occupying the room.
She gave a start, then looked around wildly.
"Sweet Jesus, he's not here again, is he?!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:23 pm
:::Cora lifted her eyebrows for a moment in place of a nod, and she brought up her glass, joining the toast:::
:::Then she cleared her throat:::
So... when was the last time you saw Luke..? ::She pretended to ask casually. Cora was indeed worried about him. But there was also the matter of Sato stealing a bit of Luke's attention away from her:::
And then she heard someone else come in, her head jerked in the direction of the sound:::
What in th- :::But she recognized the new entry. It had just been quite some time since she'd seen her::: Oh- is WHO here?
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:29 pm
::Sato didn't say anything, but she wasn't an idiot either. The new girl was armed. Sato rested her hand on her blaster holster::
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:32 pm
"The one with the severed hand...the maniac..."
Her eyes darted about, as though to reasure herself that her tormentor was not around. This place, and the fact that she kept being snatched back herre against her will, frightened her; but she could handle being here, just as long as he wasn't here too.
"Called himself Tick Tock or...Tack...or...I dun bloody know, but the man's a few horses short of a cavalry, and I dun want him anywhere near ME!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:35 pm
Tac! Tacitus... severed hand? What are you ta-
:::But as Cora recalled, the first few times she appeared in the Brink he'd attacked her too... which somehow perversed itself into some kind of affection. Cora put her hands on her hips.:::
No... don't worry, he's not here. Haven't seen him in months I think. :::She lowered her brow::: What did he do to you?
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:37 pm
::Sato listened intently to the two. That guy had attacked her as well, and she'd never gotten the opportunity to return the favor by blowing his brains out::
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:41 pm
The tension that had gathered in her shoulders drained slightly, and she removed the hand she'd had resting over the small of her back, and the dagger hidden there. Huffing out a breath, the warrior pushed a hand through touseled ebony hair and shook her head, making a sign of the cross as she spoke of the hellspawn's consort.
"He was consorting with demons, he said, and got himself all bloodied up. I tried to give him a field dressing, but then he tried to tear my throat out."
Grumbling, the soldier forgot both wary inhibition and manners, and hauled out a chair that she might slump down into it. Feeling raw, she rubbed her hands over her face with an accompanied litany of inventive cursing.
"Christ help me, but I could use a drink..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:45 pm
:::Cora put her hand to her face:::
Tacitus... not again. :::Sighing::: He means no offense, I don't think. He gets easily possessed. It- y'know it might mean he likes you actually.
:::As she said this, Cora grabbed up a glass and poured the woman some of the red wine she'd been working at, and handed it over to her:::
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:47 pm
Demons, great. Everything about this place is ******** demons and angels and crap. Of all the goddamned places I have to be unwillingly sucked into, why does it have to be a ******** church?
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:54 pm
"Nothin' wrong with t'church...s'good for the soul..."
She muttered under her breath, accepting the glass of wine greatfully. Two long pulls seemed to settle her nerves sufficiently for her to look her current companions over. Confusion settled over her features once more.
"Sure an' your garb is strange....foreign, are you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:57 pm
::Sato sniffed::
From what I gather, we're all foreigners here, lady. And thanks for thinking of me but MY soul don't need any help.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:03 pm
:::Cora smiled, shaking her head at Sato a little, and turned again to Tarma:::
She's right... about us all being strangers at least. I know I've seen you here at least once or twice. Are you still not sure how this place works...?
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:06 pm
Tarma looked at Sato then gave a shrug before toasting her with her glass.
"That'd be between you and your God, if you have one. You'd know your soul better'n me, lass."
Sipping again, she studdied the strange woman's blaster, took in Cora's revealing uniform, and wondered where in the world there was a kingdom that permitted their women to walk around in such ridiculous get-up.
"I don't rightly understand this place myself. I've never come here off my own back, so far as I know, yet here I am again. And there are such a queer collection of folks...always different, never the same."
Confused and troubled, the soldier shook her head again.
"It don't rightly make sense."
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