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 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:15 am
[Andrew sees the gun and considers his options. He is unnarmed, and decides to remain calm and not give the man cause to attack him.]
I am Andrew. I have only been here a... [breathe] few times now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:22 am
Andrew.. hmm and I assume from your...... appearence..... you are from a time after mine....
*he shifts his stance.. taking his hand off his pistol butt tho leaving it within easy reach
I'm from 1877.
You seem to be.... far ahead of that.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:29 am
*Maggie can't help shivering a little at the noise Andrew makes as he breathes. It just sounds so ... painful. She leaves Gunsinger to his questioning for now, not quite trusting herself to contain her reaction, and feeling altogether rather guilty about it*
*She hasn't long to try and work through that, though, before the Brink sends her fading away back to her home*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:31 am
[Andrew watches both of the women leave before turning his attention back to the man with the gun.]
I am only one-hundred and thirty years ahead of you, give or take a few... [breathe] months. Two-thousand and seven.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:38 am
*gunsinger notes that the breathing seems to be hindered... or rather that these mechagnisms are actually helping him breath... not unlike some of the diveing equipment he had seen in developement... air hoses that fed air.. only pehaps internal.*
Are people with your..... condition common in your time?
*gunsinger goes to lean on a table with his left.. but remembers himself a second too late and snaps the arm back underneath his coat..*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:46 am
[Andrew pulls another piece of square paper out of his pocket and begins folding it.]
No. I am the first and only one of my kind. [breathe] Very few people even realize that I am alive.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:59 am
*Gunsinger nods, then begins watching andrew's hands*
So you're a dead man come back to life?
*he pulls a square of paper out of his own pocket, but his he fills with tobbacom gingerly favoring his left arm*
Thats an unsettlein' prospect.
*he finishes rolling the cigarette and lights it with a wooden match.. which he then pockets once the flame is out.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:04 am
[Andrew makes careful creases as he folds and unfolds.]
It certainly is.
[In a moment, he holds another crane in his hands, this one a little better than the last. He sets it by the first. He lets out a small cough when he inhales a whiff of smoke.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:11 am
*gunsinger looks at the works of paper art... then at the cough he stubs his cigarette out*
Your hand is completely mechanical? is that why you do that... to learn to use it?
*gunsinger walks forwwards towards the young man... his steps as silent as a leopard's*
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:14 am
[Andrew nods.] That is correct. The legs work just as well as the originals, if not better, but I am still learning how to use... [breathe] the arm. The metal starts at my shoulder.
[He watches Gunslinger with his false eye as he pulls out a third piece of paper.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:17 am
Makes sense. Its a far cry from hooks and posts.
*gunsingers eyes flicker over Andrew's prostetics then back to the paper in his hands*
But how do you feel about it?
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:18 am
[Andrew looks up at him with both eyes now.] How do I feel? About the arm, you mean?
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:21 am
*gunsingers red eyes fix on his*
On all of it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:23 am
[The calm shell of Andrew's face cracks ever so slightly, and the pain he feels shows in his eyes. He pauses for a moment.]
It all works well enough.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 1:27 am
Gunsinger's eyes narrow slightly then return to normal*
I see...
*gunsinger thinks for a moment*
You say that most do not know you live... do you not live openly?
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