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4/23/2016 10:58:46 PM
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[i] Lance throws an uncaring glance over his shoulder at the person behind them.[/i]
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[b]Masq rolls his eyes and throws Ronin a look as if saying 'See what I have to deal with?'. He grunts in vexation and turns to his tall friend.[/b] [i]"You don't talk to me for two weeks, and now you ask me for drugs? What the hell is wrong with you?"[/i] [i]"Something powerful, to keep someone asleep for a few days."[/i] [b]Masq sighs, quickly finishing his drink and pulling a playing card from his pocket handing it to the man.[/b] [i]"Dormeur lament. Enough to keep an elephant asleep for a few days. Don't hit the spine. Don't use it like a knife."[/i] [b]The man in the coat, snatches the card and and pads slowly to a man that seems to be yelling over something stupid.[/b] [i]"You bring any... 'Company'?"[/i]
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[i]"Well, something vile is afoot in this place. Now it's just a matter of time."[/i] [b]The sound of heavy boots approaches once more, this time taking seat next to Masq. Though he doesn't seem to say much, and Masq keeps his attention on Lance.[/b] [i]"You have any ideas yet?"[/i]
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[i]"Not really, but I can see in the way some of these men move that we are being watched by undercover guards. Speaking of which..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to his companion, his eyes turning back to their light blue.[/b] [i]"What did you do with the man?"[/i] [i]"Threw him down a garbage chute."[/i] [i]"Is it safe?"[/i] [i]"If it isn't, he won't notice."[/i] [b]The tall man seems to remain focused on the light fixtures above them. Masq snorts in annoyance and motions to Ronin.[/b] [i]"I've seen little resistance here. I think some of us came by choice."[/i]
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[i]"I belong to neither. Nor will I ever belong to any army of any kind, but I have certainly noticed the increase in opposed factions."[/i] [b]He sits up, turning his attention to the likes of alcohol.[/b] [i]"I can't trust if those were spiked or not... I may regret my choice."[/i]
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[i]"No... We won't... I'm going to the restroom. I'm going to make a slight correction to my stomach. I'll shall return shortly."[/i] [b]Masq gets up and hurriedly retreats to the restroom. Lance, notices the other man's yellow eyes stare right at him, curious and wise. He gives a curt nod, his voice coming out calm and almost happy.[/b] [i]"Lance May... Correct?"[/i]
