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[Harley has been making herself comfortable since arriving at Vertiline, and that has included the complete redecoration of her own artichoke pod. She's located, through much rummaging at the temple and through the supply rooms, a set of curtains that she was able to adjust to her liking, adding a certain feminine touch to her pod. There is a
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Sure, ya can say that, but I don't see nobody linin' up ta meet yours truly. Here I am, livin' all on my lonesome an' all I got fer company is Groucho an' Frank .. [Like hell she's going to bring up Mighty Mouse now. She watches him as he seems to war with himself for a time before speaking again. She does her best to look apologetic and pulls it off beautifully. She sniffles again and nods, moving to pick up Frank's cage.]
I didn't mean ta get nobody hurt, ya know? I'm all talk, really ..
[She hefts the rickety cage, but it remains in one piece. Frank grunts, but remains otherwise silent as Harley turns and looks at Warrior expectantly. She gives him one more 'pleeeeeease' look, but knows it's all for naught. With a sigh she nods and begins tromping off toward the forest.]
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We have only been here a short while. If you were to use your communicator more often, at least you could speak to more people.
[Admitting mistakes is another good way to soften the Warrior up. He tries very hard to see good in people.]
You did not think. But no one was hurt.
[Yeah, that sorry look isn't going to do any good. He'll walk by her side as they make their way into the forest.]
What sort of world did you come from?
[Attempts at smalltalk, go!]
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I suppose .. I mean, I guess it wouldn't hurt ta give it a try, ya know?
[Harley can play nice if it means keeping herself out of trouble; unless, of course, she's trying to get IN trouble. She sighs softly, though, annoyed that she's having to release her new-found pet bunny back into the woods. He falls into step beside her as they walk and she glances sidelong as he attempts small talk.]
Hmm? Gotham?
[A smile curls her lips and she gets a kind of faraway look to her eyes as she describes it.]
It's full'a all kinds'a schmucks an' broads .. Criminals an' psychos an' cops tryin' ta ruin all the run. Heists an' explosions an' any number'a crazy things ta get yer blood pumpin' ... Boy do I miss it.
[The last is said with a heartfelt sigh. There is a beat and then she thinks to ask the same of the towering figure of a man next to her.]
What about yerself?
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The world I came from was composed of the fragments of many others. It was a battleground for the forces of harmony and disorder.
My comrades - and our foes - came from many different worlds.
[He hesitates, before adding.]
I do not remember the world I was born on... All I know is that war.
[Maybe sharing this personal fact will make Harley feel more comfortable.]
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She cocks her head and turns it slightly to look at Warrior sidelong as he describes his own world. She blinkblinks a few times herself, not seeing what could possibly be so bad about such a place.]
Different worlds, huh? Well, then this place can't be too bad, ya know?
[At his admittance of not knowing where he was born she simply shrugs. Such a thing doesn't really bug her at all, at the end of the day.]
Eh, where ya were born ain't such a biggie .. just make the best with what ya got! An' war .. well .. seems most'a us came from somethin' like that anyways. War here or there .. all the same, really.
[She sees things a bit differently than you do, Warrior. :)]
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[Vertiline is just business as usual for him.]
I had hoped that other worlds would be...more peaceful, though.
[He's a little bit dismayed to find other places in need of defence.]
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