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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 3:58 am
::Nyx eyed Johnathan as he reached for his weapon, growing nervous. She got out of her seat and cautiously moved nearer to him.:: This isn't a simulation, you're not drugged, you're not dreaming, and no, you have not died. You're just in a void of nothingness that happens to be named The Brink of time... that also happens to have a bar and a bunch of other junk it in it.
Oh, and time kind of doesn't exist here. Yeah. It's nothing to worry about, I promise.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:06 am
*Johnathan stopped moving his hand towards his weapon, and instead scratched at the back of his head, almost getting stuck in the forest of tangled hair back there.*
"This does not explain why I've been stollen away from my mission of taking out the Hubologists to deal with some common civvies. The Brotherhood sticks with it's missions until completion. I Live for the Brotherhood, Fight for the Brotherhood, and I'll die for the Brotherhood. I cannot let anyone stand between me and my mission."
*As he moved towards Nyx, pushing chairs and tables out of his way, his blood red hair and eyes became more evident, there was something feral about this shirtless man.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:08 am
The old man decided to watch, sitting down and letting the man do as he pleased, not caring to do much of anything else past smiling.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:11 am
((BTW, the avatar is all ******** up for some reason. *hopes Gaia doesn't hate this too...*))  ((And the SN should be Johnathan Hunter))
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:11 am
Ah... n-no, see, it's alright. ::Nyx backed up as he moved closer.:: In your world time isn't passing at all. When you get sent back it'll be like you never left! And look, ::She pointed over to the door and the keyrack.:: You can leave whenever you want. You aren't stuck here...
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:16 am
*Johnathan eyes her suspeciously for a moment, leaving her be for a moment as he went to inspect this supposed way out. He looked over the keys and saw Johnathan "Shaav" Hunter emblazoned upon one and his gaze darted back to Nyx's.*
"How do you people know my code name! How can I be sure this isn't just a Brotherhood loyalty test? This door, it leads nowhere! Its a door standing in the middle of nothing."
*He paused for a moment, his eyes shifting over the key and then back to Nyx again, a slightly less feral look in his eyes.*
"And...what do you mean time isn't passing? Did the fallout result in further radioactive side effects?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:28 am
Time... just... isn't in effect here. ::Nyx sighed, moving over to sit down in a chair. She avoided making much eye contact with Johnathan. He still made her a little nervous.:: It's hard to explain. This place exists outside of time. People from all different timelines get pulled into it at random, and pulled out of it at random. While they're here no time goes by, so there isn't any worry if they were doing something important at the time it took 'em.
... No, this has nothing to do with radiation.
Stilll... I don't know that much about how The Brink works and why it's here, though I probably should. I can't give you enough information to convince you that it's real.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:32 am
The old man stood, moving over slowly, sitting at the same table as Nyx, watching Jonathan. "Why not just accept it?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:37 am
*Johnathan runs his eyes over Nyx.*
"Are you sure it has nothing to do with radiation? Cause you look so damn pasty I swear you could be a ghoul. Likely wouldn't taste the same I bet."
*He seemed to sniff at the air for a moment before sitting down cautiously, glancing around and unbuckling his rather large weapon, lowering it to the floor slowly.*
"OK then, what do we DO here? Is it some sort of training simulation outside of time? Or possibly a form of recruitment station?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:42 am
Err... no. ::Nyx made a face that bordered on both confused and offended at the taste comment he made. She shook her head.:: You do whatever you want, really. The Brink doesn't serve much more purpose than a place to sit around and relax.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:45 am
"What about reading? There seems to be every book in that thing. Oh, if I had all the time in the world." He laughed a bit, shifting his weight to lean back on his chair.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:53 am
*Johnathan seemed to be lost in though, a place...without a military purpose. The Brotherhood allowed offtime, but Johnathan didn't have time for it. Medical testing and secret solo missions...assassinations...Deathclaw studies...behavioral testing... Genetic conditioning. He slowly looked back to Nyx.*
"So...is it just the three of us? And...can I..."
*He almost seemed embarrased, or possibly ashamed, at what he was about to say, in a lowered voice in case the Elders were watching, glancing towards the bar.*
"Can I have alcoholic beverages?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:56 am
Hanley let out a laugh, his fist pounding a bit on the table as he looked at the other. "The way you speak it's like you're one of them old day mormons. Of course you can have a drink. I'll even buy the first round for you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:58 am
::Blink. Nyx pointed to the bar.:: Go for it. Everything here is free but it's pretty much self-serve unless you can find someone to wait on you, which isn't likely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 5:05 am
*Johnathan cautiously got up and looked around, almost as if he were being stealthy, but being in an open area, it kinda doesn't work too well. He slinks over to the bar and takes a look around.*
"Hmm....heres the stuff the other recruits call.. Moose Piss...but..the label says Mountain Dew...."
*He replaces the can and pulls up what people of today would think is a glass coke bottle.*
"NUKA COLA!"
*He starts sucking it down, not even bothering to twist off the top, just kinda ripping it off with his teethe somewhere in there. Whether he ate the cap or not is a different story.*
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