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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 12, 2010 22:54:38 GMT -6
"Bye, things," Tepe chirped, his tongue hanging out of its mouth.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 13, 2010 0:27:42 GMT -6
Babylon scowled, fumbling and following Miles out of the room. He was still rubbing his head, snarling under his breath.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 13, 2010 0:47:28 GMT -6
"He should be thankful to whatever fake cosmic force he worshops. He's getting off easy." Miles doesn't want to immediately say it, but the reason why he didn't evaporate Bruce was because he didn't want to hold his Dove in his arms after he took a life.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 13, 2010 1:26:51 GMT -6
"He's lucky as shit that I didn't lose a tooth or a horn didn't break..." Babylon muttered bitterly, hissing a little. A tooth he could regrow, it was just painful. Losing a horn could be fatal.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 13, 2010 11:58:16 GMT -6
Bruce slumped down to his knees in the bathroom, breathing hard. The adrenaline rushing through his system made him feel like he had just leaped off a cliff. He examined his broken nose gingerly and cringed as it pulsed with pain.
Tepeyollotl went to his side and gently licked the blood on his face away. Bruce wrapped his arms around the chimera, holding the beast close. "You okay, Tepe?"
"Yeah," Tepe replied, "You?"
"Not bad...considering I just got thrashed by the fucking Gestapo."
Bruce regained his feet, wrapped a towel around himself as an afterthought -- being naked through the whole thing hadn't crossed his mind once -- and went to bed to sleep restlessly through his first night in Night City.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 14, 2010 23:21:30 GMT -6
(posting to bump, plus realization that last post isn't the best place to leave off on)
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Bruce spent the next day recuperating from his injuries, and that night he made his way to the Blue Cat Jazz Club.
There was a live band playing as Bruce made his way to the bar. He wasn't hungry, but it never hurt to be sociable. Letting the trench coat chimera drape off the stool, the wanderer barked, "Bartender! House beer, if you please."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 15, 2010 4:35:23 GMT -6
The fat purple lump near the beer nuts mumbled as Bruce talked. Germain came up the bar with a glass and a bottle. He poured the bottle of beer in the glass and slid it over to Bruce. "Here you are."
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 15, 2010 10:08:28 GMT -6
Bruce immediately poured on the charm, hoping that the tape bandaging his nose wasn't a turn-off. The bartender was simply gorgeous, and that accent...
Grinning, he said, "How long you been working here, my friend?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 15, 2010 10:10:45 GMT -6
Germain being well Germain decided to flirt, but that's really as far as he was gonna go. He's happily settled down with a lovely angel. "Long enough."
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 15, 2010 10:18:32 GMT -6
"I heard you're supposed to come here if you're, eeh...not quite human. That right?"
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 15, 2010 10:21:02 GMT -6
"That's right." Germain wiped down a glass. "You're here to see Miles."
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 15, 2010 10:29:34 GMT -6
Bruce took a sip of his beer. "Nice guy?"
Below him, his trench coat began to stretch, creeping towards the strange purple animal.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 15, 2010 12:46:18 GMT -6
Babylon was sulking in Miles' office, having spent the last hour ranting about how much he deserved hazard pay for the minor beating last night, an now he had swiftly been shut up. The devil was leaning on the wall, grumbling under his breath while waiting to get snippy with the newcomer.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 15, 2010 18:50:02 GMT -6
"Depends on your definition of 'nice.'"
Schrodinger's ears perked, and lifted his head.
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Post by Bruce Hollister on Aug 15, 2010 19:09:44 GMT -6
"Nice is a guy who gives you a good beer, good conversation, and damn good looks."
Bruce winked at Germain, a grin spread across his face.
A blue-eyed shadow loomed up behind the purple cat. "Hi, kitty thing," it said.
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