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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 9:51 pm
"We here at Deus Ex like t'greet impendin' doom with a dry sorta humor," Dawson said with cheer, though his smile faded soon after as he sipped his beer. "Wasn' an exaggeration, though. Suns, they go through 'em sorta fast. S'what happens when you hafta be front line. Moons, not so much, but we gotta cover people, so..."
He didn't mean to try and scare Micah, but he wasn't one to shy away from the truth. Stubbornly proclaim it could change, but not deny what already was.
"I ain' been on any of 'em kinds of things yet, thank the Lord, but I've heard of bad s**t from the past: forced inta alternate realities tha' may or may not come creepin' back on ya later, missions inta horseman territory gone ta s**t, giant tear in the veil like some Force wound. Tha' last one's an example a'world breakin'." He paused and finished his beer, then set it aside and ordered a second.
"You seen the towns, right? They're like tha' 'cause the hunters back then--back in, uh, 1999--had t'go on a suicide mission t'stop the horsemen from startin' the apocalypse on New Years. Lost practically all of 'em, but they did it." With a thankful nod to the barkeep, Dawson started to drink again, his brow furrowing. "It was such a huge loss, though, they couldn' really get to fixin' the town back up. More important things t'worry about, you unnerstand. Then some weird fog settled in, messed s**t up more...You let tha' go on fer years n' years, makes it harder t'clean back up."
Another pause. Dawson scratched his chin sheepishly and let Micah digest it all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 8:05 am
Micah took in the assessment of the situation, digested it, finished up his beer in silence, and caught the barkeeper's eye for another one. "Oh," he said in response after a moment. "Gotcha. Alternate realities?" he asked. There had been a lot of information in that, and a lot of it that didn't sound real, but zombies hadn't sounded real right up until they'd come shambling and groaning down the street, and for ******** sake he had a talking weapon that lived in his head and spent most of the time as a bracelet and the rest of the time as a weird-a** whip. No weird! Nova insisted indignantly. Compared to everything I knew about before coming here you're pretty weird, Micah argued. Normal NOW, the weapon said smugly. Micah didn't bother to argue the point. "So that's why half the town's just falling apart and half's ******** up too, okay, yeah." Dawson had said that before, but it was sinking in. "So ... fog's bad?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 10:28 am
"Some fog. Likes t'come up on some external missions too, though s'more like miasma than fog..." Dawson's brow furrowed as he remembered the shambling corpses he had hallucinated. "But yeah, alternate realities. Bes' prepare fer one t'hitcha sometime. E'en though ya can' really prep fer it, heh." He chuckled. "There was a Great Knight one a while back. Somethin' about the origin a' Hunters, maybe Halloween. Real bummer I missed out on tha' one, I woulda liked t'see Arthur n' all them..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 8:37 am
"Not all kinds of fog? What's it do?" Micah asked. It was just being practical to find out; if this was something he had to worry about when he went out on missions, he should probably find out what and how. The explanation about alternate realities was not a very explain-y one, and Micah just nodded slowly, deciding that this was one of those things where you probably had to smile and nod and find out yourself. Finding out about dangers he could prepare for was one thing, but this sounded like something that was maybe confusing even to people who'd seen it. "Arthur?" he asked, and almost sounded stupid by asking, Arthur who, and then the rest of what Dawson had said caught up with him and he connected Great Knights, and asked, "Like King Arthur and the round table and s**t?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 9:01 am
"Yeah, dude! Sir Gawain n' the Green Knight, Lancelot, all 'em guys!" Dawson hadn't nearly enough to do the Monty Python coconut clopping imitation, thankfully. But it didn't stop him from grinning at the mental image. "Iunno if that was some bullshit dream concoction what have ya theme thing, 'cause I hear that tends t'be a thing too, but hell. I'd take it." He raised his cup slightly. "Job damn near kills ya one way 'r another, but hey: handshake with the king of Ye Olde England! Tha's somethin' you can write home about." And then he pressed his lips to the rim like they were glued. A year and a half later and he still said s**t like that. Play it off, play it off. "s**t, you'd think our first real conversation outside a'Twitter'd be a lil' less how was work, honey. My bad. Been focusin' a lot on it last few months."
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 5:47 pm
"How d'you know if it's a dream or what?" Micah wanted to know, frowning a little, though more at the confusing concept than at Dawson himself. He drank thoughtfully. "I mean, if some of 'em are real and some aren't?" He shrugged and picked at the label of his beer, suddenly a little self-conscious. "I dunno, it's something to talk about, eh? I don't mind talkin' shop, and you know the ropes more'n me."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 9:08 am
"Uh..." Dawson mulled it over and frowned. "Iunno, dude. Like I said, haven't really been part a'the dream ones. Just the messy real life stuff." And that was more than enough to handle, thanks. "Guess it depends all on how you decide t'take it. I believe there's a reason t'things n' a grain a truth if nothin' else t'all these visions." Probably not the best answer, but...eh. He reached out and clasped Micah's shoulder. "Don' worry about it for ya hafta, yeah? You'll get the hang've this stuff. Hell, you already got a crash course n' lived, so." He raised his drink. "To survivin' this hellhole!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 8:07 am
"I guess I'll see later," Micah shrugged. He lifted his drink and clinked it against Dawson's. "To surviving," he agreed.
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