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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:30 pm
What...or Who is Splinter, Lt. Sato?
Janani does come right to the bar, but she doesn't seat herself. She's too heavy for the barstools. Instead, she looks at the remaining drinks and around the Brink. Was there somebody else here?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:39 pm
>>Sato looks at K menacingly<<
Yeah, I'm a girl. Got an issue with that?
>>Sato calls out to Janani<<
Hey! Fragment lady. Here's your drink.
>>Sato hands Janani her drink<<
((Edited. Sorry))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:42 pm
Kal didn't know Lt. Sato was female?
Janani has a look of confusion as she frees her left hand from holding her Cat Plushie and downing a glass. For her, that's nothing. It barely even wets her tongue. She smiles as she looks at Lt. Sato, once more.
Thank you!
(( whee I saw. Edited ninja ))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:43 pm
:::He shrugs back a bit:::
No no...just couldn't tell under all that head gear... If you don't mind me asking, what is it all for?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:47 pm
>>Sato snorts and rubs her nose<<
Mostly for keeping my brains in my skull, instead of splashed all over my ******** cockpit.
>>Sato eyeballs the huge woman and snorts, pouring two more glasses and handing her the rest of the bottle<<
There you go.... Uhm... What the hell was your name again? ********.... Fragment, wasn't it?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:54 pm
Janani chuckles as she realizes Lt. Sato is talking to her. She has a warm smile on her face as she answers.
I'm Janani. It's Shard, by the way ^_^
Janani takes a rather large (for a human) swig of the liquor.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:57 pm
>>Sato nods<<
Oh yeah. Janani. Shard. Gotcha. Call me Sato. Feel free to drop the rank.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:59 pm
:::Rank...?:::
:::K attempts to sip the drink he's been given, he's having a hard time with this one:::
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:02 pm
Oh! Okay!
Janani smiles, widely, as she takes another swig. It seems the turmoilterous (sp?) atmosphere of earlier has subsided. That's a good thing. She glances at Kal. Why does he seem so...apprehensive? She decides to try to break the ice with him...again.
Hi...Kal, was it? You okay?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:08 pm
>>Sato stretches<<
Kal, huh? Hmm...
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:11 pm
*Luana fades in, her fingers covered with chalk dust and her hand lifted above her head as if she had been writing something higher than her own head. She sees first that she is in the Brink and lets her hand drop. She looks around at who else is in the room. That extremely tall woman, Kal, and...*
*Her heart rate speeds up. The last time she saw that third one, there was a gun pointed in her face.*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:12 pm
Oh uhm, yeah...Janani right. :::he laughs nervously:::
:::He offers his hand to Sato::: My name is Kal, but please call me K.
:::he smiles:::
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:14 pm
Swearing she could hear something, Janani looks around the room. She sees Luana, a girl she doesn't recall having met yet, pale white as a ghost. She looks...frightened. Janani gets up, leaving a quarter-full bottle of liquor on the bar. She approaches Luana and pats the girl on the head. Gently smiling, she introduces herself.
Hi! I'm Janani... Is something wrong?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:16 pm
>>Sato blinks and slaps K's hand hard<<
Ichiro Sato, Lieutenant, 4th Mobile Suit Division, Earth Forces. Call me Sato. Call me Ichiro and I'll slit your ******** throat. Pleased to meet you.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:24 pm
Nice to meet you Sato.
:::He looks over when he sees Janani run in an opposite direction, and finds Luana, standing there looking white as a sheet:::
Oh...hey, Luana! What's the matter? :::aside from a giant woman patting you, he thinks:::
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