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I narrow my eyes, pondering on Gates' question. "Start with the weather? That's pure hopin' for rainbows without rain ahead of 'em. Rev Gates, you're looking to force a hand to make things better? Well, I reckon what I see my hand tending toward is …
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I know Dog's mostly trying to get something out of Gates, from her look. Doesn't stop me from chiming in, after another healthy swig of whiskey. "That's pond scum, the whole thing. There's a God, he, she, it or ze don't have time to settle things li…
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I change my angle to include Dog and signal the bartender for another glass. On consideration, another bottle, too. "Dog, good to see you. Thanks for including me in this shindig. Reverend Gates here and me were just talking philosophy."
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I can't help but notice that Gates doesn't talk directly on what I brought up, in his world, but I see he's thinking on it. I don't do this much (leaves me without a grab to the holster), but I hold out my hand to shake. "Reverend Gates, I believe…
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I smile. "You see, that's why I don't much try to justify what I do. Everything's slippery when you look at it too close. I'm not saying there ain't been days when I killed for jingle, pure and simple, just to get food in my belly or what-have-you, …
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I meet QuePasa's eyes, completely honest. "Yes. I am. And how to protect. And when to kill, when to blow things up. And why. That boat? It was nothing but a death from out of the red, and if you don't think someone needs to be ready to handle that, …
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A hundred yards? That's almost an insult, but I don't like to brag. "I was there, took care of some of the problems. They were a threat, we eliminated it." I think for a second about what's mine to tell, pour some liquor in the two empty glasses the…
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I laugh again as I signal for two more glasses, then put a hand on Laika's shoulder to share the moment with her. "Mustaches and history... seems I've already covered a lot of ground tonight with Laika. I won't bore you with a recap, Laika, promise.…
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"That might be a bigger question than you think. Teaching him what I do. How to be a soldier without an army. Make sense?" I gesture to the half-full bottle. "Paid for the bottle, would you folks care for a bit of whiskey? They call it scotch, but a…
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I can't help but chuckle. "Matter of fact, Reverend Gates, Laika here and I were just discussing mustaches. Pleasure to meet you for real finally, and you, QuePasa. This here's Laika, she's an Arrow. Her son Joey's my cadet... trainee, you might say…
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I chuckle. "So the queen of soup wants to know about my soup strainer? Truth is, in the Unit, back when I was Pyle and not SeaTac, we kept things tidy. Short-short hair, clean shave. But old One-Eye, he had a picture up next to his bunk, from the be…
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I hold up a hand. "Whoa. I think you're forgetting we're supposed to trade questions." I give it some thought, long enough for a sip. "You ever think about what comes next? I know Zeus is still an Arrow, but do you plan on going out in the saddle, o…
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"Not making a new Unit, no. That'd be more like starting a new Safeco or Pike. Too many moving parts. Only thing I plan on doing with Joey is teaching him as much as I can before some rotter gets lucky and takes me out. I'll let him worry about drea…
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I take a sip myself. "Born into it, near enough. Don't know who my parents were, but by the time I had words I was in the loving arms of the Unit. Everything was training, pretty much. Realized later even the games were." I look down at my hands. Na…
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I know she was joking, but, "Pretty's a pale word, Laika, and not much of a compliment. We'll see if I can come up with a better one for you. For now, though..." I take a deep drink of my scotch, then grab the bottle and top us both off. "Let's enjo…
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"Kinda the point. You're right, if I wanted someone pretty to show off and keep on a shelf, I could probably manage. And I'd lie if I said I'd never taken a scrog in trade for a favor. You, though, I dunno... You don't need anything from me. I'd lik…
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Reading Laika and Marking XP (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 2. Total: 9)
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When the barkeep straightens back up, I say. "Two glasses, and you can leave the bottle." I wait till the liquor's poured, then look back at Laika. "You must miss the boy. You can visit, you know. Might even find an errand for the cadet to run, part…
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"Cadet's great. Fast learner. If I have to tell him something twice, it's because I didn't say it right the first time. And he already gets the important things, the stuff that I'd have to borrow words to explain. That's you. With some help from you…
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I watch Dog and Hope walk away a few steps before moving toward Laika and Joey. Wanna catch them before Laika gets pulled into whatever's going on with the clippers and knives and Grunge's clothes and hair. "Laika, good to see you. Ah, cadet, give …
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Was intending to head to Laika and Joey next, but seems like I pointed Dog at my own goal, and Tin-Girl, who'd be my next choice for palaver after the boat, is currently occupied. Looks like Vignette is in it with Gates, August and Bon are dancing..…
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I step closer to Dog, talk lower. "Don't know all the history, but the girl's been treated like property for a long time. And after however long, passed along from Harbormaster to Admiral, who offered her up to me like a good boy treat. Had a talk w…
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Can't a man do something for a reason other than scrogging? I shake my head. "Nah. She's been spending time with Joey. No, not scrogging him, either. But it seems to help her remember who she is, and Joey loves her like a sister. Invited her along."
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This is a strange spot for me. Telling more truth than's strictly-speaking called for. Like standing up straight in the middle of a field that ain't even got tall grass for cover,and for a second Dog's hand on my back feels like a bullseye. Instinct…
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I'm about to answer Belka's question (it's the rules) when Bon spews out her truths and her supper. As I watch August nursemaid the medico, I guess I change the answer some. Still truth, just a deeper one. "Don't know how many of you know what, but…
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I reach into the thigh pocket of my BDUs (actually, the label just said "cargo pants" when we salvaged the load back in the day) and grab a pack of cards. Kept a few back from the load at the casino. Toss the pack to Valentine, still sealed. "Lot of…
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I'll take +1 Forward with Belka and 6-Cup. Haven't drunk enough to ask questions yet.
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Rolling 6-Cup Skillz (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 9)
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"August, I'll take you up on a dance after I show these people how a real soldier drinks." I start heading over to the table when I catch Laika's look. Really want to catch up with her later, tell her what a great kid she has. I call out to Grunge…
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I don't know Six-Cup, but I know drinking games. I'm in, but I look around to see who else is taking the bait. "I'm in, Belka. Wonder if any of these splashers are?" I give Dog a look, with a wink behind it.