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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 10, 2005 12:32:36 GMT -5
“Personally, I’m looking forward to finding out where they got all of this,” King muttered, but Sara would hear it, probably. “It might be fun to kick that person’s ass. Or their asses, respectively.” He quirked a brow, deciding to look over the other files.
“I’m not usually a private person, but I’m starting to think being a private person wouldn’t be so bad.” He gave a low huff of a noise. “Probably wouldn’t be in this damn mess for a start.”
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 10, 2005 18:50:56 GMT -5
"You're right, you probably wouldn't be in this mess. Although I try to keep my life very private. But somehow the government or Irons or both know more than I'd like, and sometimes more than I do myself," Sara muttered. "Least I only have to worry about the government now," she added, rubbing her temples. She had hoped she could avoid the headache that came with multiple visions, but she supposed it was impossible, especially with the plane ride. "If we ever do find out who gave them this information, I won't argue over who gets to kick their ass first. Or asses."
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 16, 2005 7:36:31 GMT -5
"I'm sure there would be enough for us to share," King remarked in a distracted fashion, looking over the various... 'colourful' files of the other would-be recruits. They were all going to be problems, in their own ways. King wasn't looking forward to the stress that would come with convincing them to join. Hell, if they gave him enough weaponry, he'd go after this bastard clone himself, without having to deal with all these other people... or creatures... or whatever they were.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 25, 2005 17:55:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, probably," Sara muttered as she brushed some of her hair back, then rubbed her temple. She glanced around at the plane, trying not to yawn from the utter boredom and blandness of the planeride. Just be thankful we aren't crashing, Sara. Or being hijacked. Or something else that would seem completely impossible, if you weren't who you were. "So, any idea of what order we should do the recruiting in?" she asked, trying to keep from losing her sanity due to boredom or having to think about what was going on.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 28, 2005 13:42:28 GMT -5
“Well, like you said, we should probably handle the ones out of the States first, so we can get all the ‘lovely’ travelling over and done with.” He paused, glancing to her from where he sat, slouching into his seat. “And hey, maybe we can bond while we fly around together, huh? Sing kumbaya, maybe. Shouldn’t be too hard to pick up a crummy guitar around here; one of us could play it. I’d suggest a campfire, but I don’t think the cabin crew would appreciate that.” He shrugged his broad shoulders under his jacket, finally finishing reading enough of the files to have a good idea of what they were doing.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 28, 2005 15:01:50 GMT -5
Sara chuckled dryly, laying her head back against the wall. "Too bad I didn't bring my guitar along with us. Should have known I'd end up needing it so we could sing bonding songs," she commented sarcastically. She glanced down at the Witchblade. "You should have given me a heads up, that's one part of your existence after all. Besides dragging me into situations like these." Great. Now I'm talking to the damn thing out loud.
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Post by Hannibal King on Sept 28, 2005 18:23:46 GMT -5
King watched her talk to her rather decorative wrist… attachment. “Should have seen it coming. The bonding. Every team needs to bond.” He paused. “Okay, so my old team never sang… we usually played basketball, but I don’t think we could fit a net on the plane.” He looked over the back of his seat, as if to scope out the length, before looking back at Sara with a smirk.
“And… I didn’t read your file, exactly, but… what is that?” He gestured at her wrist. “And what does it do?”
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Sept 28, 2005 19:28:21 GMT -5
Sara glanced at King, then back down at her right wrist, and the dormant bracelet. "This? This is the Witchblade. What is it exactly? No clue, other than it's some sort of mystical weapon that drags me into a lot of trouble and gets me entangled in a lot of supernatural crap. And what it does, well, I only know some of what it can do." Sara held her arm out straight, gently willing the Witchblade into its gaunlet form, a short blade extending from the top of the wrist. "This is one of its many forms." Abruptly the Witchblade went from gauntlet form to the skeletal form that covered the top of her fist. "That's another form. I'd show you the biggest form, so far, but the close quarters might be too close fo that."
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Post by Hannibal King on Oct 8, 2005 13:07:01 GMT -5
“Aha, your very own Swiss-army knife.” He nodded, unable to help the dry quips that slipped out, especially recently; they had become so much of a second nature he couldn’t shut them off at all. “Well, I guess it has its uses. No sheath or holster to deal with, at least,” he noted, gesturing to the attached status, given how she didn’t seem to be consciously gripping it.
“How long have you ‘had’ it?” he found himself asking, his eyes saying it all; if he was asking for too much, she could tell him to shut up… and he probably would. If only for a little while.
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Sara Pezzini
LXG
Leader;Wielder
Confusion tolerance my ass.
Posts: 88
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Post by Sara Pezzini on Feb 4, 2006 17:30:34 GMT -5
Sara thought long and hard about that one, because for some reason, whenever she thought about that, the Witchblade told her almost eighteen months, which didn't make any sense to her at all. But then again, neither did hardly anything else. "A little over a year, I think," Sara finally replied, glancing down at the Witchblade as it went back to bracelet state. "But sometimes I really don't know. This thing has a way of making reality bend."
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Post by Hannibal King on Feb 5, 2006 16:30:53 GMT -5
“That’s gotta be…” King trailed off, considering it for a moment, before finally finishing, “interesting.” He paused, and sighed. “Well, not really, I guess. It probably ‘sucks’, I would think.”
He put the files back in order, and handed it across the seats to her. “So… what do you make of all this? It’s not often I get guys in suits coming up to me, after all. I don’t know about you, but… well, this all strikes me as a little weird. And I know weird.” He was having one of his random mental blocks. If they’d already had this discussion, then he’d forgotten, shamefully. He actually hoped they hadn’t, because if he was going to help lead this little team, then he didn’t want to come across as a dumbass.
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