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[nightshined]

[ stumbling in from a nondescript door is what looks like a disheveled and tired looking young man, amber eyes half lidded, until he sees where he is. The door has already shut behind him, but when he reopens it, the look on his face says that it's not exactly where he came from. He looks more perplexed and annoyed than scared as he gives up on the

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[gunlessgeneral]

*Pauses. He can definitely tell she's female, alright.*

... Afraid it's not a joke.

[nightshined]

[ heshe crosses her arms over he chest, quirking an eyebrow...now she knows something isn't right. ]

You're pretty calm about all this.

[gunlessgeneral]

I'm always calm.

*Here, have a pamphlet.*

[nightshined]

Last time I saw you, you had a few choice words for me. Which means you're probably not a figment of my imagination. And somehow...

[ but she blocks, pulling out a rumpled, folded pamphlet from her pocket. ]

Little late, though. I've already been debriefed.

[gunlessgeneral]

Did I? Afraid I'm not the same 'me' that you know, although I'm quite sure I'm not a figment of your imagination, either.

Well, it never hurts to make sure.

[nightshined]

Of course you're not. I could never imagine you doing anything but lunging for my throat.

So if you're not the same you, does that mean we should be reintroduced?

[gunlessgeneral]

Now, why on earth would I do that? A pretty girl like yourself deserves more respect.

Perhaps.

[nightshined]

[ ...blink blink. ]

Pardonne? "Pretty girl"? I think you're a little confused...

[gunlessgeneral]

Oh no. It'd be more obvious in something more flattering, but I can still tell. *He's got experience, after all.*

[nightshined]

...no really. I think you're mistaken.

[gunlessgeneral]

I think I'm not.

*Shrugs* But I won't press it, if you're denying it that much.

[nightshined]

That's right you won't.

[ she stares for a moment, then holds out a hand. ]

Tyki Mikk. New Orleans, 1998... since who, when and where seems to be standard fare around here.

[gunlessgeneral]

I have to give you credit for persistence, at least.

*Takes it, grinning*

Cross Marian. Anytime, anywhere.

[nightshined]

[ it takes a second before it hits her. ]

Sorry, cheri, but you're not my type.

[gunlessgeneral]

Well, you can't blame me for trying.

[nightshined]

I think I can. Kind of thought I made it obvious.