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Post by Brandi on Mar 16, 2008 11:47:54 GMT -5
*Brandi wasn't expecting that. The keeping that is. Once she got over it and caught on to the knock at her small chest...that she kinda expected. She gave a look that read 'oh come on...' but she was quick to bite it back with a slight lift of her chin.*
"I thought you wanted me to stay out of this experiment that you've got going. Aren't you concerned that I might...contaminate something? I'm sure I can dig up some formula..."
If I have to keep them a while.
*She looked past him, trying to not let her feelings on this particular matter keep her from being functional. After all, she wasn't eager to have another of these conversations any time soon.*
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 12:01:34 GMT -5
*War rocks his sunglasses down onto his nose more and looks at her over the top of them. His eyes trail down her body and back up before he speaks.*
"Contaminate? Why? You a dirty little girl? Don't want you givin my ride nothing... unseemly."
*He pushed the shades back up and smiled.*
"Formula... not sure how I feel about that. Seems... unnatural. Now I'm not saying anything as cliche as mixing blood into their milk... but formula just doesn't seem right."
*War looked past Brandi at Sherman who merely shrugged and continued wiping down the counter.*
"Come to think of it... this is your gender's department. Why are you bugging me with this shit?"
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Post by Brandi on Mar 16, 2008 12:12:10 GMT -5
*Brandi felt her temper swelling, but fought to keep it reined in, the tendons of her neck straining against it as she tried to keep her voice smooth.*
"I'm bugging you because this is your shindig. We've done everything we can to work within the parameters you've set. And done a damn fine job of it. I just want to see it done to your satisfaction."
So you'll leave me the hell alone.
"And you've been so anti-anything that has to do with my kind that I figured you wouldn't be keen on me breastfeeding your get. Not to mention that would probably require me to be in a state that you've prohibited to produce for that many."
It's almost like you want me to fail at this, but I'm not going to, you prick.
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Post by War on Mar 16, 2008 13:09:43 GMT -5
*War cracked his neck, taking a very long drink from his mug before slamming it down to the table. He stood suddenly, sending the chair he was sitting on flying a few feet back as he whirled to face Brandi. One quick and thunderous step brought him within a fraction of an inch of her face though he towered over her.*
"For one Sweetcheeks, this is my shindig. And if I say "sort it the f*** out" the you should sort it the f*** out. Secondly I don't give a good god damn whether you breastfeed my spawns. I only said you can't carry one. That doesn't limit you from being pregnant if that's what it takes to get the dairy producing. Just limits who the father is. Hell for all I care you can hire a wet nurse shaped like Monica in Shoot 'em up. "
*Growling War yanked his mug off the table and spun towards the bar. He slammed it down on the surface, bring a disapproving look from Sherman.*
"Shut it Sarge. And fill her up."
*With a fresh drink War turned back around, caught sight of Brandi and stopped mid stride. He downed the newly poured booze and handed the mug back to Sherman.*
"Another."
*Humans... infinitely trying for such finite creatures.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 16, 2008 13:24:47 GMT -5
*Brandi went stiff in reply to his sharp words, but took them silently, her jaw clenching. Her eyes flashed, almost literally, burning cold green for a moment. She let him go, demean her as he must. She'd wait. She knew he was just being a jerk. And she was above that, right? She could do this. He wasn't going to get to her. And if he wanted her to sort it the f*** out, then damn well she would. Lifting her chin indignantly, she nodded her head to him curtly.*
"Then I won't take up any more of your time."
This is your bed. And you'll damn well lie in it when the time comes.
*She walked in long strides to the bar, set down the full glass in front of Sherman and gave him a nod.*
"Thank you, Sergeant. Maybe next time."
*Without looking back, she made her way to the door and left.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 17, 2008 19:19:50 GMT -5
***LATER***
*A letter was delivered, addressed to Sergeant.*
Sergeant,
I would speak to you at your earliest convience. Please stop by Le Rouge et L'Epine, you are always welcome.
Thank you.
Brandi
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 22, 2008 8:24:12 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Genghis settled into a booth in a corner. He stared at his drink, wondering if he still had the right to be here.*
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Post by Ramses II on Jun 22, 2008 8:34:20 GMT -5
Ramses sighed as he walked in to the bar.
I'm a school teaching, bookstore owning, nobody he thought, having a sudden realization of character.
How did the worlds greatest pharoah become such a- pansy?
He bellied up to the bar and ordered something hard, with something soft for a chaser and told the bartender to keep em coming.
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 23, 2008 5:53:15 GMT -5
*Genghis straightened, as if cosmically aware of...something. Something coming, something that should not be ignored. His eyes scanned the darkened hall, looking for new faces. Then he found one, one that held a hint of the familiar. He glanced to the glasses in front of the man and shook his head. It was unusual in a place like this. He waved over a wench and told her to keep the man well sated on his tab. Given time, he was sure that he could place the newcomer.*
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Post by Ramses II on Jun 23, 2008 17:41:22 GMT -5
Ramses stopped mid drink, setting it down lightly, he turned his head, unaware of his own actions to peer upon someone he had only read of.
Genghis Khan.
If he hadn't all ready found himself with a buzz after three shots and a beer, he probably would have jumped up and shook the mans hand. But he simply turned back to the bar and kepts drinking, as if he had never noticed him.
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 24, 2008 5:42:55 GMT -5
*His face was familiar. It helped him. Something ground quietly in the back of his head. Egyptian for certain. The rest was hazier. He wanted to know. Standing, he approached the man, his carriage proud and took the seat next to him.*
"Are you trying to forget something?"
*He glanced to the glasses. Perhaps a failed campaign, that always had Genghis thinking of drinking.*
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Post by Ramses II on Jun 24, 2008 5:45:06 GMT -5
"Yes sir" he said darkly "what I've become."
He downed another shot and turned to the man with a terrible look of defeat.
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 24, 2008 5:54:14 GMT -5
*Genghis ordered another drink (so his peer would not have to drink alone), though he imbibed it slowly.*
"And what is that, that is so terrible?"
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Post by Ramses II on Jun 24, 2008 5:57:44 GMT -5
"I once was a great king" he said softly, still a bit in awe of who he was talking to "feared and loved throught my land, in the books they called my Ramesses the Great, but now-" he took a drink of his beer "-I am Ramesses the bookstore owner."
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Post by Genghis Khan on Jun 24, 2008 6:03:10 GMT -5
*Ah! That was it. Genghis nodded in acknowledgment. He smiled, it was rather funny, but then it started to fade all too quickly as he realized that he too was falling from grace. His voice was low.*
"And how has that happened, to one such as yourself?"
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