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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 12:01:47 AM
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“Look kid, I know this is your house and all. Last time I checked, a gun isn’t gonna so much, m’lady.” He responds, although placed the crackers on the nearby table, picking up the rifle and placing it on the chair.
“So...what’s a young fellow like you doing around here?” He asked...even though he looked just as young as Nat.
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[i]"Are you joking? I'm sitting in my fûcking house." [/i]
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“I mean why did you join the Travyens? They don’t seem like the...friendliest bunch. They look more like god damn cosplayers from the Brits if I’ve ever heard of anything.” He asks Nat.
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[i]"I knew one of the leaders." [/i]
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“...and that got you in? Seriously? Had to forge papers, sneak out of my mum’s house so she didn’t have to worry about me entering the war, and THEN, had to be trained for a few months, then got sent out. And that was before I was even brought here!” Marcus had explained, shuffling through his bag. “Come on, where are you...” he mumbles to himself.
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[i]"Yeah. Knowing people helps." [/i]
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“Knowing people helps, Yeah. Knew a few guys I knew from primary. Died in the Balkans. Guys mistakes a landing, got massacred by the Ottos on sight. All 85 of their company.” Marcus explained, pulling out an old rustled wallet, seemingly stolen from a dead German soldier. “Friend of mine’s from Sydney sent this to me before the war. She hadn’t exactly entered the war; but she gave me this. Has a couple thousand German...dollars, whatever they’re called.” He explained, giving them to Nat. “What do I get in return? I’m sure this money is valuable for something around here.”
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[i]"I don't know really, for the most part I don't buy stuff." [/i]
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“I know; just need some type of roof to hide myself under. This room seems comfy, but I know it’s yours, mate.” He replies, looking around the room.
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[i]"There's a few abandoned buildings around here, go wild." [/i]
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“Alright then...might as well have someone help me with that...but until then, can I at least sleep on this chair until the night’s through?” He asks.
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[i]"Dude there's tents around here, go sleep in a barrack." [/i]
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“Aw...this is comfy though!” Marcus had yelled. “But...if you wish.” He says, slinging his rifle back onto himself and leaving, crackers in tow...but not before leaving his pistol, the P08 behind.
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[i]"Ain't you going to take the gun?" [/i]
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He was already gone, heading for one of the tents. Whether Nat would actually bring the gun back or keep it, was up to her.
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[i]She chose to keep it. [/i] ((End))
