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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 12:34:22 GMT -5
"It would be kindness to them, to end their misery now. When I have finished, if I finish and live, I will take my own life, that I may stamp out the last sparking embers of their mark upon this world."
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 12:47:39 GMT -5
*War rose, stepping closer to her.*
"So you are nothing more than vengeance wrapped in skin? No time for anything else? Eating and drinking only to fuel the instrument of genocide?"
*Much of his gruffness was gone and he looked at her with a mix of sympathy and.... something else.*
"Do you take any pleasure in the stalk or is the end goal all you want?"
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 12:50:47 GMT -5
"I want it to end. All of it. And I want it never to happen again, to anyone."
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 12:57:16 GMT -5
*A sly smile twinged at the edge of his lips.*
"So there is not thrill when you watch their eyes go dull?"
*He turned and propped open the door with his boot and called into the bar.*
"Sarge... pair of beers. And none of that light shit."
*Taking the dark ales from Sherman he popped both their tops off using one after the other, using his belt buckle as an opener. He offered one to Nim'gyola.*
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 13:00:06 GMT -5
*Nim'gyola took the beer and drank from the bottle.*
"I've not killed often, and felt more relief than pleasure in the act. Perhaps it changes, with practice."
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Post by War on Mar 9, 2008 13:15:32 GMT -5
*War nods.*
"Perhaps. Or maybe it's just your nature. You seem to be more interested in just the end goal rather than the way you get there. Unless I'm mistaken. We are talking just straight killing and not torturing in an attempt to make them feel the pain they inflicted on you."
*He watched for her reaction.*
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Post by Nim'gyola on Mar 9, 2008 13:26:41 GMT -5
"That depends...before I never had the luxury of time and talent...and torture was thus not high on my list of priorities. I've never tried...but I'd like to."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 15, 2008 7:20:10 GMT -5
***NEW AFTERNOON***
*Brandi stood outside the door, looking up at it questioningly. She didn't know where else to check. He hadn't been at the Mors, and she knew that he often made an appearance. She wasn't a warlord or a conquerer, but she wasn't there to drink either. Business, plain and simple. In and out and on with life. She straightened, determined to be presentable. Smoothing the lines of her functional ensemble (a looser skirt with trousers beneath, Ashur's tutelage had made her rethink much of the way she did things and she was kinda getting into that whole 'be prepared' thing) she plucked a long hair from her skirt, but frowned to see that it was red. Her lips tightened as she tried to figure out if Cry-Baby had been with someone else she hadn't known about. Her own hair was pleated tightly down the back, clean and efficient. She had been so focused on keeping it out of the way that she hadn't noticed the crimson highlights it had started to bear. She grabbed the handle firmly and stepped inside. She stood a moment, letting her eyes adjust.*
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Post by War on Mar 15, 2008 12:40:37 GMT -5
*War looked up as the door opened. After an entire second of shock, a long time for someone who prides himself on quick reactions, he blinks and stands from his chair. His steps are sure and echo loudly against the sawdust covered floor, each step causing a spark as the metal covered heel strikes the floor and leaves a small bit of burnt sawdust on the floor. War’s brow furrows as he makes his way through the tables towards her, his jaw set tightly. Each of his hands close into tight fists as he closes on her. Finally within arms reach of Brandi War’s face softens, his brow rising looking almost like a kid about to open a gift.*
“Umm.. hi. Got the kids with you?”
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Post by Brandi on Mar 15, 2008 15:06:31 GMT -5
*Brandi looked surprisingly somber, almost strict. And not one ounce nervous.*
"No. But I needed to talk to you about them. About what the plan is, for the rest of the operation."
*This was about function. Getting in and getting this done. That was the end goal. And for some reason, she felt really focused recently.*
"Is now an acceptable time?"
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Post by War on Mar 15, 2008 20:42:37 GMT -5
"Oh."
*War look almost crestfallen. Almost. As much as he did when he reached the bottom of his bottle at least. He turned and walked to the bar not really caring whether she followed. As he arrived there Sherman had two mugs waiting, one War's standard beaten iron number and the other a brushed steel extremely tall shot glass. Giving the Sergeant a raised eyebrow and a grumble, War snatched his up. Sherman only answered with a shrug as his boss stalked away, though he offered Brandi a slightly more friendly nod as he scooted the other drink towards her. War's voice drew her attention back towards his table.*
"Yeah... it'll do... what's the question?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 15, 2008 20:55:42 GMT -5
*Brandi followed him quickly, but her steps were smooth and sure. There was no hint of hesitation. At least not until she saw that same sergeant again. Her cheeks colored slightly, but she was more confused about the drink that he offered. Once again, with the not being a war hero or conqueror. She wondered if this was some weird consolation prize or something. She didn't pause too long however, taking the glass and falling back in line with War. Not drinking, she held it, but didn't sit at the table, speaking plainly as she stood next to him.*
"Conception is underway, but there are a few factors that might complicate gestation. So the time table may be moved up on one or two of them. I hope that's not a problem. Which leads to the questions. How soon will you be claiming them? Immediately after the birth? Will your sergeant be coming to collect each of them or would you want to supervise the births yourself?"
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Post by War on Mar 15, 2008 21:04:59 GMT -5
*War took a sip of his mug and scrunched up his face a little. Not at the drink. At the conversation. He was more of a "stick stuff in" and not a "take things out of people" kinda guy.*
"You know... I'm thinking I'd rather not see the mothers without it being through Cry Baby's lust addled lenses. Especially not all bloated and ready to pop."
*He chuckled a little at the mental image though.*
"Not saying I've changed my mind but knowing the source you still want one? I mean they might just carve their way out through some poor boring librarian's rib cage."
*His eyes linger on her as he reaches over and walks two fingers up from her navel to her ribs before slapping his hands together suddenly.*
"POP! Chew right through the sternum."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 15, 2008 21:26:02 GMT -5
*Brandi flinched slightly at the sudden sound, having tried so hard not to when he touched her. She swallowed, refocusing.*
"But you aren't changing your mind. So it's really a moot point."
*She set her jaw, trying to ease the topic back towards where she needed it to be.*
"So you just want me to clean off the placenta and bring them here in a basket then?"
*Why did he have to make this more difficult than in had to be? Oh wait...right.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 11:27:11 GMT -5
*War stretched, plopping his heavy boots on the seat of the empty chair nearest her and rocking his back on two legs.*
"Now now Sweetcheeks... what would I do with a bunch of slimy larva? Sarge will be by to collect them when it's time."
Granted for the temporally omnipresent that's a hard concept to grasp...
"You just keep them warm, dry and well fed.... well.. as well fed as you can."
*War's gaze dips to her chest then back to her face where his lips spread in the proverbial shit eating grin.*
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