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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:06 am
Things were......hm....well....complicated these days. He rocked the chair backward, leaning agaist the wall of the bar, swirling the contents of his mug as he peered in side, as though maybe the answers he was seeking could be found within the vaguely frothy remnants of a beer. In one sense he was accustomed to them being that way, maybe even sort of enjoyed it, but in some lights, there were some complications that he just didn't like.
Treachery and knives within the enemy ranks was one thing, to see them pulled and aimed at people to whom you were loyal within your own ranks? That was upsetting. He should be having to defend Him on certain fronts. There were some battle fields that were supposed to be sacrosanct, at least in some corner of the mind.
He frowned, wrinkling his nose slightly and leans forward again, putting the mug back on the worn table top with a muffled 'thunk', his thick, wavy brown hair sliding around his shoulders and face like an barely tamed mane. It emphasizes his dark, expressive eyes and strong roman nose, giving him a strangely mixed look. Mild, but not shrinking. There was iron under that soft stare, that faintly mournful smile.
He just wasn't sure how to best apply it to the battle at hand.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:39 am
It was always when she came here. Always here that she tended to remember her mother's words. 'Don't drink, don't smoke, and you'll live a long life.' Well, she didn't know about her dearly departed mother, but 32 wasn't such a ripe old age to her. Almost laughing out, the redhead picked up her glass, swirling its almost invisible contents.
"Here's to you, Momma," she spoke, toasting the air and taking an unheathly swig of vodka. And she seemed all but wrapped up in her drinking. Still, she couldn't help hearing the sound of mug and table. The bar was rather empty, after all. Not surprising, considering the time.
Tilting her head to the sound, blue eyes scanned the table's lone occupant. And, in curiousity or some other feeling, her eyes narrowed. As she stood, she chugged the last remnants of vodka and gently left the small glass for the barmaids.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:55 am
The man across the bar flashes her a tired smile as she looks his way, giving her an mock salute as she narrows her eyes. Why his presense seems to bother her is beyond him, since he can't imagine this place is so chronicly devoid of new comers that he stand out as an impossibity...but then again stranger things have happened.
"Sorry...." he appologizes. "Hope I'm not bothering you..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:09 am
For a long while, it seemed she wouldn't answer. And in the silence, usually comforting, she began to regret standing up. Still, while she was the type to easily leave someone hanging, there was something that had her feel inclined to humor her fellow patron.
"No," she said flatly, removing her gaze from the ceiling long enough to glance at him and then the maid who'd come to retrieve her glass.
"No, I was just on my way out." Idly, she tugged at one of her gloves, depsite the pull at her fingers signaling it could go no further. Her words were her original intent, but a drawn sigh told otherwise. Stalking over, she warily held out the same hand she'd just been fumbling with.
"Viveka." She offered without being asked and stared expectantly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:23 am
He stood up to offer his own hand, work roughened and sun browned as he took hers. He doesn't struggle to crush her hand in his, to do so would somehow have betrayed a certain silent confidence in him, he just shakes it politely.
"Ousal." He offers, as he shakes her gloved hand. "Pleased to meet you, even in passing." He notes, with an amused wink.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:38 am
"Same," she said, lips curling into a hint of a smile at the wink. Despite the fact that almost all winks she'd recieved in her life were somehow perverted in nature, she felted oddly okay with it. This one didn't seem like the type. At least, not in her first impression.
Once the cordial handshake was finished, she pulled her hand back, thinking to stick it in her pocket, but hanging it at her side instead.
Now, however, she had nothing to say.
"Are you here often?" She finally questioned, glancing around the room. Not being much of a regular herself, she didn't figure she'd ever seen him. Being who she was, she prefered a quiet drink alone with only her Zoid.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:51 am
"Me?" He considers the question only a moment before shaking his head. "I was just passing through, seemed like a good place to get a drink and think about the way things are going." He shrugs faintly. "I take it you come through here about as frequently?" He offers with a soft chuckle.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:07 am
"You'd be right," she answered, brow raising as she wondered how he knew. Had she been so transparent? But rather than dwell on the unknown, she merely continued on.
"I only come here when my Rev Raptor doesn't feel like having vodka taint its controls," she rhetorted, still remembering the time she'd soaked the cockpit in a drunken rage. Not good memories. Best forgotten. There were times the machine still acted up, even after she'd spent well into the night cleaning and drying every opened control pannel.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:18 pm
"A Rev Raptor huh?" If he'd been canine, his ears would have perked up at the realization he was talking to another pilot. "Nice. Though yeah..." he laughs, not mockingly. "Yeah I can see where it might want to pass on sharing a drink."
He can't help but debate weather or not to tell her he himself is a Pilot, but maybe she's already guessed. Still, the Mua'dib is a very memorable little Zoid...though like a rare few others, it's purpose is not to be there long enough to be seen. It's combat capable, most certainly, but as a stealth Zoid it's designed largely to hit and run...or just run.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:50 pm
"Ah, but I wonder, what's a little alcohol between companions, eh?" She joked, raising an invisible toast in the air. "It's just too sensitive for its own good." Seeming to drop her unseen drink, she shoved her hand into her pocket.
"I don't tend to pass many other Pilots these days," she revealed, almost sounding nostalgic, but keeping her empty expression. Truthfully, she hadn't even thought to consider he might be one of those rarely passed Pilots.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:47 pm
His eyes widen slightly at being so readily pegged as an Pilot, but then again she could just be guessing....either that or he's dropped a lot of clues he wasn't thinking about...or maybe she's just really good. All three are perfectly possible at this point.
"Mm. Yeah me either, but it's probably just as well, things are tense....and I get the sense maybe that they'll get a lot worse again before they get better."
He feels like some kind of pathetic prophet saying as much, but then again that is how he feels. Maybe he's been piloting his particular Zoid too long...maybe he's learning the traits of the creature it's based on and jumping at shadows...
but sometimes those shadows come from legitimate threats, even if sometimes they don't.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:34 pm
For a moment she remained quiet, merely soaking up his words. After a bit more thought, she moved off to lean against the wall, feeling that rare belief a conversation was actually worthwhile. Crossing one leg over the other as she set most of her weight against the supporting wall, she nodded ever so slightly, looking contemplative.
"I can't say I don't agree with that." From the things she'd seen, the world seemed to be slowly but surely spiraling down some path that its inhabitants were trying to ignore. Still, she couldn't quell that little human urge that always grew within her.
"Pesonally, I love battles, though." Shutting her eyes, she gently set her head back against the wall. "Even though I know it doesn't really get me anywhere in life."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 10:08 am
"It's been even longer since I had a direct fight..." He admits, chuckling. "Though they're certainly amazing to see. Still, sometimes it's less important to 'get somewhere' by other peoples standards than to get someplace where we feel we've made a personal advancement, where we've done something that makes us happy with who we are, not what our title is. Weather we're standing in the shadows or the spotlight." He chuckles again, shaking his head. "Though that makes me sound like a melodramatic fool."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:04 pm
"Melodramatic or not," she stopped for a moment, carefully debating her next words. "It makes sense." An idle look settled on her features. Sometimes she'd felt a lot like he described. Whether someone actually noticed her achievements or not, she tended not to care. It was all about her and what she could say she'd done with her life. If it happened to get her a second in the spotlight, so be it.
Sighing lightly, she pushed herself from the wall and took a few steps. "So..." It was ever obvious that her conversation skills were minimal. "What sort of Zoid do you pilot, anyway?" She mentioned hers was a Rev Raptor. It was only fair in her mind that she recieve information in return.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:27 pm
"Oh...A very small one." he chuckled. "Rather unusual model." He chuckled, heding slightly. "Nothing so impressive as your Raptor." He was a little leery of giving out information, since he wasn't nessisarily in freindly company...but then again....hiding too much information would also tell her he had something to hide. "It's a custom model, mostly for scouting. It's called the Mua'Dib."
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