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 Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:38 pm
"What was that about?"
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Trin has pulled out a knife and peeks out the door. No translator on yet. She narrows her eye and Will and asks, "Who the hell are ye?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:44 pm
"He's just too serious." He tucks his new gun away and pats it lovingly.
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Will is slightly annoyed by a lack of translator and flattens his ears to show it. He makes a small gesture and says something foreign.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:45 pm
"Is he not allowed weapons?"
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"Bloody." He eye glances over his ear and she opens the door then waves him inside.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:49 pm
"Nope."
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He glances back towards sin's apartment, then nods and steps inside.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:51 pm
"Are you allowed weapons?"
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Trin flops onto the couch and eyes Will warily for a moment before taking a thin, cylindrical object out of her belt and turns it on. "There. Understand me now?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:53 pm
"Yes, of course! That's my job."
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Will remains standing. He sizes trin up for a moment before nodding. "Yes."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:57 pm
"What is your job?" Sin returns the knife to the briefcase and shuts it.
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"Lovely. What the hell do ye want?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:00 pm
"Armed combat."
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"A fellow called Sin said I should talk to you."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:02 pm
"Is that so?"
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"Aye. He wants me to be nice." She wrinkles her nose.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:07 pm
"Yup. What do you do? Build things?"
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"Be however you would like. It doesn't matter to me."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:08 pm
"That is a hobby."
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"Wonderful. Then who the hell are ye and how'd ye end up here?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:13 pm
"Oh. You seem very good at it."
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"I am Will. We made an emergency landing here and now we're stranded. Sin is helping us."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:16 pm
"I am."
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"What be the emergency?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:18 pm
He grins. "How long have you been doing it?"
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"The craft we were in was falling apart."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 10:20 pm
"Most of my life."
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"Why?"
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