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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:13 pm
*Bard looks awkwardly from Hajime to Maggie*
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:17 pm
*Maggie hesitates, glancing down at her hands briefly, but then she nods* ... I am.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:22 pm
*Hajime nods* This one... *she scrutinizes Bard* He is not a peasant, but he is certainly not a warrior, and he is not soft like a fat money lender. This humble person does not know what he is.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:23 pm
Well.. *Bard falters* I'm a novelist....
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:28 pm
A writer, *Maggie adds, trying to help clarify* His world is much changed; there are not such set classes there as there are in my time, or as it sounds there are in yours as well . . . . *her words fade along with the rest of her*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:10 am
*Hajime watches Maggie disappear, then turns toward Bard expectantly*
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:12 am
Can I offer you a drink? *Bard smiles rather half-heartedly*
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:36 am
This humble person does not thirst, sakka-san.
*she paces about the room, examining it and ignoring Bard*
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 3:45 pm
Ermm... yes, well, I'll... take my leave of you then.... *Bard smiles forcedly at Hajime again*
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 3:47 pm
As you will. *Hajime gives him an indifferent look*
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 3:51 pm
*Bard nods, and walks over to the board. He takes his key from the rack, fits it into the door, and disappears back to his own time. His pencil and crossword puzzle vanish simultaneously off the table where they lay*
**Exit Bard**
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 3:59 pm
*Hajime watches him as he selects his key and exits through the door. After a moment, she wanders over to the door, and tries the knob. Finding it locked tight, she turns her attention to the board. She selects a long, oddly-shaped bronze key and examines it. Running her fingers over the sakura blossom seal on its end, she turns back to the door. She fits the key into the lock, opens the door, and steps through*
**Exit Hajime**
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:06 pm
Tac fades in sitting in a chair with his feet up on a desk with a folder in his hands, reading over al the information the GPD has on a particular terrorist. A red correction pen taps against his teeth as he ponders a correction or twelve. He scribbles a few things here and there, and thats all it seems to be, scribbles. Somehow he can read the squiggly mess, but anyone else would be damned if they thought it anything more than random bloodspatterings. There was a bit of that as well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:42 pm
Scribble here, scribble there, scribble everywhere. It was all he seemed to be doing, scribbling endlessly like some form of scribble machine. The folder was rather large as it was, and he had quite a few things to add. The knowledge he had garnered about the entity known as Viper during his time away from the GPD was nowhere to be found in the extensive file. it was all notes about his attacks and the destruction he had caused. His ability statement was also rather long, and with his scribbles, it was growing. The Tactics briefing was blank, but no longer. Red filled that page and several others to boot. In all, Tac felt like he was writing a book about the b*****d.
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