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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:03 pm
Gammu wasn't even going to bother asking from the moment Gamma opened his mouth to talk. He didn't care really if he had seen her before, and he was doubting it was so recent that they had seen this one.
As though sensing his brother's thoughts Gammu put out his cigarette and looked over at the stairs.
"I wonder what the guy is doing? He could have been amusing."
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:07 pm
"...23...24...25...26...27...28...29..."
Jack would work on finding a security route later, now was time for the nightly work out. He was doing one handed push up with his backpack on, a bit of sweat forming on his brow after the two hundred crunches he'd done.
"...30...31...32...33...34...35...36...37..."
Jack Handy thought about perhaps asking if he could design some kind of security hatch that went under the floor and under the staircase. Or perhaps somewhere else. He'd have to study downstairs and figure out what place could observe the common room, while not having it easily observable from the patrons.
"...38...39...40...41...42...43...44..."
Damn getting kicked out before finishing all his training.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:08 pm
The two men were looking for entertainment, and Flare was looking for boredom relief. A match made in heaven?
Perhaps not.
Nonetheless, Flare would sigh at the girl's stupidity and approach their table. "Nice logo. You two execs?"
From the girl's words it sounded as though they weren't, but they clearly worked for an organization. And any organization that employed two such as they would certainly have some interesting work for her...if it were willing to put up with freelancers.
Most large corporate companies seemed to hire protection from the outside; it was a rare one that trained its own soldiers and mercenaries. At least in Flare's experience.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:18 pm
Deity Incorporated. Branding these two with their own logo; an ouroboros of a serpent devouring a man who's arm clutched its tail.
The company trained its own to say the absolute least. The Gams, the third generation, were the highest of the low. They were killing their way to the middle.
Execs? Not even. Gamma would have even taken offense to it if he were less plastered.
"Absolutely. Chief Executive Officer Geoff Jennings," pausing and motioning to Gammu with an open hand, "Chief Executive Office Thomas Handil."
The smirky, wry look on Gamma's face would hint at the obvious bullshit. Plus; Flare knew better already.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:21 pm
"Important enough that tattooing the logo on our faces doesn't affect public appearances."
Running with the line of bullshit Gammu looked at the new lady that had taken an interest in them. Motioning to a third chair as he talked he looked back over at Gamma and grinned.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:33 pm
Flare settled herself down in the third seat, and took the time to shout to Owle, "Owle, get me...oh, I don't care what you get me. Something with alcohol in it!"
Owle knew what she liked, and Flare was in an indecisive mood.
Of course Flare knew better, but what was ever the harm in playing along?
"And another round for my friends here!" she added, just to annoy the girl. Much as she cared about Owle, seeing the girl shake and shiver around the two drunks was just...amusing. Too much so to pass up doing again.
"Well, pleased to meet you both," Flare replied, with a fanged grin. Some might have mistaken her for a vampire because of the two perfect fangs, small though they were.
If they were sober enough to shake hands, she would shake them. If not she would look foolish holding out her hand in midair. "Flare Sithfallin. Currently unemployed."
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:34 pm
Owle cringed when Flare left, and jumped when her sister called her. She had to serve them drinks again?
Flare, you're so mean, she whined inaudibly, and headed back behind the bar to prepare...beer, vodka, and something with alcohol in it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:44 pm
Gamma took the hand with his own massive grip and shook it with some minor effort, adding "Charmed." with a grin. Only because he couldn't remember the name he had just offered.
He didn't know what to say in terms of employment. In a sense, both of them were also without a job. More of a mission.
Reaching for the glass half-filled with beer, Gamma would ring his index finger around the lip. Eventually he'd get the glass to hum with the movement. Maybe Gammu had something to say.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:51 pm
Gammu shook her hand as well, giving it a light squeeze as he did so he kept eye contact and a faint trace of a smile was on his lips.
"A pleasure I'm sure."
He'd never seen a vampire before, so fangs didn't bother him in the lightests. They just looked like you had some enlarged canines. Looking over at Gamma Gammu wonder if Gamma would try to convince a tech to alter his teeth so he could have some. Gamma really had never grown out of being a biter.
Seeing that Gamma was doing nothing except play with his glass he looked back to Flare.
"That's rough, especially with the economy as it is now."
Gammu was guessing at that; but he had nearly tripped over a vagrant the other day, so something must be wrong. Listening to the noise Gammu cast his eyes to the corner of his eyes and sighed.
"Either he's had too much to drink, or you've got him all tongue died."
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:09 pm
"Eh, don't tell me about the economy," Flare said, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the very notion. "It's the lack of wars going on that bothers me. Everyone's making truces nowadays, and do you know how long its been since the last big evil world-destroying force showed up? 8 months! I could just die of boredom."
And she sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair.
"So it seems," she answered, nodding at Gamma as Gammu made his remark. The man was doing nothing but fiddle with his glass; surely he had something interesting to say? "So what brings you gentlemen to this mediocre tavern on this fine night?"
Apparently she wasn't too concerned about insulting Owle and Rage's establishment. Speaking of which...
"Owle! Hurry up with those drinks!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:11 pm
"Coming, coming..." Owle muttered, very unhappily as she hauled the drinks over to their table. So horrible...
She deposited the drinks on the table, and swiftly retreated. Then and only then did she think of a way to avenge herself.
...it's because you love me, right? heart That's why you torment me so. blaugh
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:20 pm
Oh, right.
Gamma reached out and grabbed the knife by the handle and jerked it back and forth. Widening the notch it bit into the table until the blade could slip out. Having a knife like that out in front of company was just rude.
And then drinks. Grabbing another glass of beer he scooted it across the table and left it next to the second.
"Oh you know. Just out and about."
And every other bar has chased us away with torches and pitchforks.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:30 pm
Mentally thanking her for dropping the discussion of the economy Gammu let her go on about the lack of any wars. That was oddly a sentiment he could relate with. If there was no war, or at least no battles then what was he to do?
"Agreed. There just isn't enough major conflicts in this world and it really makes things miserable for all of us. What did peace ever do? Not a damn thing as people sit and twiddle their thumbs and hope some innovation will come around. War, that forces innovation. It forces the blood to move and makes the world go around."
Tilting his head slightly Gammu picked up his glass and took a hit. He may have been drunk, but by the way he talked he seemed sober and coherent. At least the illusion would last tell he had to stand up, and thankfully that hadn't come just yet.
Giving a little shrug he let Gamma's words slide into the conversation.
"Yeah, just moseying about."
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:42 pm
Apparently Damien had fallen asleep on the chair he pulled out to watch Jack and Owle spar. Unfortunately he missed the spars rather disgusting end, which is a good thing or he might have punched Jack in the stomach for swallowing Owle. He comes back in through the door dragging the chair which is making scraping noises against the wood. He realizes that this is making a loud noise so he just picks it up and places it back at the table it belong to. "I must be getting old, I normally don't fall asleep in a chair," he says to no one in particular. He moves to his original table with the halffinished weapon lying out still. He sits down and you can hear some of his bones pop.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:48 pm
"It takes a strange sort of person to appreciate peace," Flare said in complete agreement. She couldn't care much about innovation, it was more the sitting around twiddling thumbs she hated. "What do people do in peace time, after all, when they're bored out of their skulls? They go to watch a movie with adventure, action...conflict. We thrive on conflict, and only idiots will deny that part of their own nature."
Surprisingly she wasn't drunk yet.
In an attempt to remedy this, Flare picked up the drink and frowned at it. She hadn't the faintest idea what the girl had put in it. Ah, well, bottoms up.
Owle... stare
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