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11/28/2015 9:39:37 PM
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Ginger stands towards the front of the crowd, unarmed besides a small kurki knife, and clad in light power armor. Though taller than most in the crowd, he is dwarfed by a few denizens, and remains relatively unnoticed as he scours the crowd for familiar faces. He recognizes Python, in a fight as usual, and a few mercenary groups, but the convention consisted mostly of strangers.
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After holstering both his pistols Python walks up next to Ginger. He chuckles a bit. "They just can't leave me alone...."
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Ginger shares the chuckle, "The allure of the married man? Consider this your bachelor party."
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"Lovin' it already." He chuckles a bit more and turns towards the holograms with you. "What do you think this....Hourglass is?"
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"My guess is as good as yours. Doesn't seem to be anything related to something that I could comprehend."
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He nods. "Probably means more fighting for us..."
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Edited by Spyglass: 11/29/2015 12:53:55 AMGinger chuckles again, and subtlety hands you a can of beer. Likewise, he pulls a can out of his tac-kit for himself, and takes a long sip. "What doesn't, at this point?"
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He opens it and starts drinking, chuckling a bit. "Having a beer I guess is one."
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"Dude, you're gonna have kids soon, and I'm sure that A'Karo doesn't want a drunk father for her children. You see, everything ends up in fighting when women are involved." He downs his can, looks at it menacingly for a second, and then puts it at his side, "Or when [i]we're[/i] involved."
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"I'm not a drunk. Not anymore. I've even stopped smoking. She's turned me around." He finishes his can and crumples it like paper in his hand. "It's not our fault, the constant fighting. We just have made a name for ourselves and now we need live up to that name."
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"Live up to our names, eh?" Ginger grins devilishly, and throws the beer as far as he can. Despite being hollow and light, it travels as far as an average human could throw a baseball. "That's why I work under an alias. So, what do you think that [i]Hourglass[/i] thingie is?"
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"Well, my best guess is, well, an hourglass. But ten to one it's not one." He begins rolling the can into a ball.
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"I don't see how that would be very cost effective. Why not build a regular hourglass? I believe that it's some sort of prison, or perhaps a gate."
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The ball of aluminum stayed in his hands, he held it tightly. "I don't know, we could both be wrong. What if it's a person? Or a planet?"
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"A planet? That hologram doesn't much resemble any planet that I've ever seen. Are you sure that you quit drinking?"
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He chuckles a bit throwing the ball into the air and catching it. "Point is, it could be anything. Literally. This system is a lot different than Europa, Exalin and Thorisis."
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"Don't you remember when our missions were dangerous? I haven't fought a foe nearly on my level since Dreadfall."
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"Trust me, the space marines are a decent challenge.....and the Necrons and the Orks....." He shakes his head, looking down then back up. "....Earth has gone to shit. There no way around that."
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"Fair enough. I don't believe that I have encountered any... Astartes, is it? Hell, I'll just stick with Space Marines." He pulls a canister out of the tac-kit, examine it closely by putting it in front of the ceiling lights, and then inserts it into a gauntlet on his wrist. A faint warble is heard and felt, but the glove itself hadn't seemed to move. "I'm not too worried anyways. One blast from one of these babies, and they'll have dozens of ruptured organs. Sonic weaponry at its finest. Right now it's non-lethal, but against most organic targets it can kill or maim with even a glancing blow. Very low range though."
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"As long as it works...." He seems unfocused, in another world so-to-say.
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"You alright? Am I scaring you man?" He grins at the thought, but there is some genuine concern in his features.
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He chuckles a bit. "Not scared....just different. I....don't know how, just different."
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"Bathroom's that way." Ginger points to a hallway towards the back of the room, a corridor extending around the corner.
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He chuckles a bit more. "I mean I don't feel totally engulfed in combat anymore.....I like it to say the least." Python doesn't make eye contact, it's obvious he was serious about this.
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[spoiler]Beers in a tactical combat kit.[/spoiler][spoiler]What are you gonna do, out-redneck your enemies?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Its my most powerful weapon... And the fact that the "kit" is just a disguised rift in dimensional space. It's like one of those infinite pockets. [/spoiler]
