Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 19, 2012 21:32:32 GMT -5
The timing is right, she has red eyes and signs of a bizarre speech pattern . . .
Muzzle takes a (figurative) shot in the dark. "Here's looking at you, kid."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 19, 2012 21:48:18 GMT -5
"I wish I didn't love you so much.1" Shock flashes across her face, chased by confusion. She has no idea why she just said that.
1. Casablanca[/size]
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 21, 2012 21:07:09 GMT -5
The gun lowers a bit more. "You have a name?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 21, 2012 21:09:56 GMT -5
"Do you?" she challenges.
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Nightbeat
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"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 21, 2012 21:12:55 GMT -5
Muzzle rolls his eyes and raises his revolver at Petunia, cocking it with an audible click. "Yes. I also have a gun. Name?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 21, 2012 21:25:40 GMT -5
Her eyes narrow and her lips peel back. She's not afraid of a gun-!
Why not? Uncertainty chases away the rising anger; the Kevlar only protects so much. It's stupid not to be afraid of a person with a gun... A bullet through the head will kill her just as dead as a motorcycle crash at speed.
"Dahlia," she says. "Petunia Dahlia."
She throws a leg over her bike, slides into the seat. It fits her, or she fits it, like they were made for each other.
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 22, 2012 19:14:39 GMT -5
Petunia Dahlia. That explains things.
Muzzle holsters his gun. "Want to go get a drink, Pee-Dee?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 22, 2012 20:10:09 GMT -5
One minute he's pointing a gun at her, the next minute he's asking her for drinks. People are strange.
"I could use a drink," she says, kicking down the kickstand and climbing off her bike. She saunters towards him, not quite smiling, eyes holding his. "You still haven't told me your name, though."
- then she punches him in the face. She pulls the punch just enough to avoid breaking bones - his or hers.
"Don't you ever point a gun at me unless you mean it," she snarls.
Punching Muzzle with player permission.
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
Posts: 453
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 22, 2012 20:55:02 GMT -5
Muzzle's face is one of the few parts of his body that doesn't have extensive cyborg implants just below the skin. If she'd punched him in the gut she probably would have broken her hand on an external interface port where his armor plugs into him.
"Agh, cripes lady!" he winces, rubbing his cheek where she connected. "That's a black eye," he mutters. "I damn well meant it with the gun because I didn't know who you were. Now I do. But you don't, right?
My name is Muzzle."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 22, 2012 21:41:11 GMT -5
She folds her arms, looking only a little bit mollified. "Your name's not ringing any bells."
There's not the faintest idea of 'Muzzle' in her head.
"But I could still use a drink," she allows. She relaxes, holds out a hand to him. "You buying?"
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 24, 2012 16:22:26 GMT -5
"Sure, why not?" he says, eying the proffered hand. What, does she want to hold hands? "There's a bar a few blocks from here that's open late. We can go there." Muzzle doesn't want to hold hands.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 25, 2012 14:35:00 GMT -5
No, Muzzle, she wants to shake. You threatened her with a gun, she punched you, you're both good now, right?
"Sounds good." She lets her hand drop, mounts her bike again. She shifts forward in the seat, making room for another passenger. "Climb on."
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 25, 2012 15:27:52 GMT -5
They don't shake hands on Nebulos, so Muzzle is unfamiliar with the custom. Either that or Nightbeat's player was just tired when he made that last post. Take your pick, gentle reader.
Muzzle ponders the logistics. Of the two vehicles here, only one of them can drive itself. Looks like he's riding on Pee-Dee's bike. "Sure," he says, climbing aboard and putting his hands around her waist in the most gentlemanly fashion he can manage.
I'll follow along behind at a distance, Nightbeat transmits telepathically.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 25, 2012 15:49:23 GMT -5
She puts her helmet back on, then just sits for a long moment. If Muzzle asks, she's feeling how he shifts the balance of the bike.
Then, "Hold on."
She turns on the engine, kicks up the kickstand, and takes off. Yes, she definitely drives like she was a motorcycle in a past life. Muzzle may find himself needing to hold on more tightly than "gentlemanly".
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 26, 2012 19:00:13 GMT -5
His hands are around her waist, is the point. No higher, no lower.
"I am holding o-" Muzzle starts to say before the motorcycle takes off. Driving like you were a motorcycle in a past life is apparently synonymous with driving like a crazy person, as far as he's concerned.
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