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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:21:58 GMT -5
Bryan's eye widened under his goggles, and he frowned, but the "tin man" made no effort to run - he couldn't. He was exhausted.
"I ain't gotta answer to you, son," growled Bryan again, starting to back himself out of the alleyway, wanting to put distance between himself and the stranger. He had no reason to reveal himself, as the boy seemed nothing more than a threat to his secrecy, seeing as he'd seen the American's mechanize. "Why'd you come after me?" he repeated, still wanting to know this kid's reasoning.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:26:50 GMT -5
"Your work looked familiar at first glance, but its far too rudimentary to be from the man I know. And you walk as a man hunted, I could only assume you've broken the law. Have you?"
He followed, carefully, not wanting the man to bolt (not that he couldn't easily follow) and not wanting to be forced into a fight.
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:32:33 GMT -5
Scowling at the young man who insisted on being a pest, Bryan spoke through grit teeth, still backing away. "I ain't done a damn thing. I ain't lookin' to make a scene, neither. Frenchmen are damn shrill. Goodbye."
With that, he turned sharply around, a small, metal object hit the ground near his feet. Grumbling incoherently, Bryan hesitantly stooped and picked up the little tin star, which, among the scratches all over it, read "SH/R///FF" on its stamped surface.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:38:50 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu's eyes were keen, but not keen enough to read from that distance. Though of course, the icon was unmistakable.
"You're a lawman?"
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:42:10 GMT -5
"Ain't yer business!" he yelled, turning around rapidly enough to make the bottom of his duster flare and circle him again. "Don't folla me," he ordered, storming off as he jammed the badge into his pocket again, holding it there in his clenched fist.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:48:32 GMT -5
"Wait!" He gave a growl to himself and lowered his blade, clicking it apart and putting it away.
"If you're damaged, I can help to repair you."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 0:52:57 GMT -5
Taking a moment to pause and consider the consequences, Bryan kept his back to the younger man and sighed heavily. "Gimme a reason to trust you after you ran me down like that," he snorted, slowly turning back around.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 0:56:26 GMT -5
The mercenary shrugged and rolled up his left sleeve.
"It's more than a little advanced beyond what you've got."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 1:04:29 GMT -5
Lifting his goggles until they sat across his forehead, Bryan stepped forward and looked down at the young man's strange arm - well, that explained why it spun around... but it was much more advanced than his... by far.
"What in the sam hill is that?" he sputtered, his living eye wide with surprise.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 1:29:48 GMT -5
"That." he tugged the sleeve back down and took a moment to make sure all was situated handsomely again. "Is my arm. My mechanic is dead, I've had to learn its workings and repair myself."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 1:38:01 GMT -5
Well... maybe this was what they called fate. Someone, in a distant city, far from his home, happens to follow him and happens to have a similar condition - not only that, but he might be able to help. Bryan's mind could very well be heard turning over all this information now, as he rubbed his arm in thought, weighing his options for some time before he replied.
"No use talkin' 'bout it here..." he grumbled finally, still a bit unsteady on his feet from hunger and exhaustion.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 1:45:03 GMT -5
"Come on then, mister." He jerked his head toward the mouth of the alley and turned to head out.
"If you're still hungry you're on your own--I need all the food I've got for myself. But I've got a cot you can stretch out on."
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Post by Bryan Fury on Jun 17, 2008 1:53:45 GMT -5
"Ain't lookin' fer charity," rumbled Bryan, reaching into his coat to button his shirt as he kept his pace a few steps behind the smaller man. He still didn't trust the young man completely, but if he could at least get a few minor repairs done, he could hold out until he got to a real mechanic... like this someone he was trying to hunt down in Paris. Then he could go home.
"Jest don't tell no one..." he added, pulling his goggles back into place.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Jun 17, 2008 1:56:29 GMT -5
"Tell them what?" He snorted and stuffed his hands into his pockets, striding quickly up the street and ducking into a small, slightly rundown flat.
((I'll start a new thread for it))
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 14, 2008 17:40:26 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
Herbert was settled into one corner of the carriage, leaning against the wall with his eyes half-closed.
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