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originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
12/7/2015 11:14:37 PM
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[i]A voice, metallic, British, and filtered speaks up from behind, as a familiar figure in black walks up next to you. [/i]
All the way to New York City, eh? Quite a trip, mate.
English
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[i] Lance turns, recognizing the voice.[/i] "Crow."
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Aye. [i]He stands fully armed and in his combat exosuit, weapons all in their holsters, cloak slowly swaying in the wind behind him. His mask covers his face, and his hood is up. [/i] Didn't imagine that you'd be fond of heights.
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Edited by Will: 12/7/2015 11:24:32 PM"Love them." [i] Lance replies, the wind blowing his t shirt slightly, the sleeve revealing a Delta Force logo tattooed on his bicep. [/i]
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Delta operator, hm? Worked with you Yanks a couple of times in the sandbox. Had a lot of fun doing that.
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[i] Lance smiles.[/i] "Yeah. I needed a challenge and something to do with myself. Delta force it was."
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Tough men, mate. Some of the best I ever worked with, aside from the Israeli Spec Ops.
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[i] Lance nods.[/i] "Israeli huh? Interesting. What've you been up to Crow?"
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A bit of work here and there. Things to shift the cards in my employer's favor, to say the most.
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"So nothing's changed huh?" [i] Lance chuckles.[/i] "But then again you haven't aged 15 years. Dimensional travel and all that."
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Aye. Keeps things fresh.
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"I've got two kids now. Although I'm sure you already knew that." [i] Crow also notices another name on list of names of Lance's left forearm. The three reading [b]Chris, Jennifer, and Lilah,[/b] are still there. But a 4th reading [b]Rachael[/b] follows them. On his right forearm, a red tattoo-ish mark sits. A circle, hollow with two lines on either side.[/i]
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Children are always rather interesting. They can say the most profound things and then slip into a tantrum in a hearbeat. Never could comprehend that....
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[i] Lance laughs.[/i] "Yeah. Jonathan and Ashley, both 15 and in school in San Diego." [spoiler] I'm kinda thinking of this as 15 years past RoB Lance, and RoB as a part of his backstory.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Seems legit.[/spoiler] Boarding schools are a thing across the pond, then?
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"Yeah. I figured they could use some time away from their dad and make some friends. How's Venom doing?"
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Fine, fine. Imperials didn't pay us for keeping the city down, so we pulled out. Place is a bloody madhouse right now, but we've been left alone since.
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[i] He nods.[/i] "I'm always here if you need me, although I doubt it."
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Oh believe me, we'd call you. Things are relatively quiet right now, so you'll likely be left alone. But, should you need anything here, a friend of mine lives out in New Mexico, but he's in NYC right now. Name's Clint Kennedy. Big, tattooed, trucker-looking man. He's one of my contacts for gear around here.
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[i]Lance nods.[/i] "What kind of gear?"
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Military-grade weaponry.
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[i] Lance nods..[/i] "maybe I'll pay him a visit." [i] Lance looks out at the skyline for a second, seemingly in thought.[/i] "...How's Ashe doing Crow?"
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 12/8/2015 12:14:05 AMSeems alright, considering everything she's been through.
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[i] Lance nods, looking out at the horizon.[/i]
