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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:47 pm
*Ashe shrugs, eyeing the bottle*
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:51 pm
*Mell quirks an eyebrow and quips dryly* Must be tasty.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:55 pm
::Sato pours the sludge and it slowly oozes into her glass::
RC-6 is derived from pure grain alcohol, motor oil, and hydrailic fluid.
::Sato tips the glass back and lets it run down her throat. She slams the glass down on the counter and starts coughing furiously::
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 5:57 pm
*Ashe leans away, slightly disgusted* RC-6?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:00 pm
*Mell waves a hand under her nose to clear the odor away* Such impeccable taste you have.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:03 pm
::Sato recorks the bottle and puts it away, he coughing fit subsiding::
Yeah, sorry 'bout that, but its the strongest stuff I know of.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:05 pm
Well, I'm hardly one to complain if the enemy chooses to kill themselves off the battlefield, but I'll stick to the burgundy.~
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:07 pm
*Mell smirks, lifting her glass for another sip once the smell subsides* I'm afraid we lack your sense of masochism, Sato, dear.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:09 pm
::Sato sniffs::
Yeah, well, you do what you can to make it through the day.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:20 pm
As you say.~ *Ashe considers a moment* But just between soldiers, Lieutenant, making it through the day isn't enough. There's tomorrow's battle to consider, and the next day's. Don't sacrifice your pawns recklessly, or the day after tomorrow you might find yourself a pawn short.
*He turns to Melliandra* I believe you told me that key of mine will get me home, as well?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:25 pm
::Sato shakes her head::
I find that if you think too much about tomorrow, you tend to end up making mistakes. I prefer to let the situation at hand dictate the course of action wherever possible. Besides, you can never discount the random action of an enemy in the field. Sometimes acting on impulse is a soldiers greatest advantage.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:30 pm
*Mell sips, listening to their debate, but refrains from offering her input for the moment*
*She smiles slyly over the rim of her glass to Ashe* It will, and anyone whom you choose to bring along for a visit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:39 pm
*Ashe smirks*
Well, perhaps I shall invite someone along some day, but for now, I think I will return to lunching with the governor of Colony 12.
*He walks over to the board and finds his key*
Lt. Sato, if your instincts don't kill you before hand, I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield.
*He opens the door and steps through*
**Exit Ashe Zoroander**
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:42 pm
::Sato waited until he was gone, then closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath::
Oh... my ********... GOD. I can't believe I'm alive....
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 6:46 pm
*Mell glances over and chuckles softly* I suppose that reputation of his must be rather intimidating, then?
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