RP: Jake and Snake ;)

[livingthestory]

Jacob took a tentative first sip of the ale set on the bar for him, casting his glance around the room. Despite his initial enthusiastic entry into this...place...he was quiet tonight, an automatic reverent silence for the stories he was preparing to hear

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[_call_me_snake_]

Snake had been watching this place once Jake had named it for thier meeting spot. Paranoia was a necessity in his life for sheer survival but to his relief it seemed to be a quiet bar. Snake walked in without drawing attention to himself and ordered a drink before joining Jake at the other end of the bar. He was going to need a lot of strong drinks if he was going to tell what he had originally decided.

Nice place.

He commented off hand as he looked at the other patrons. He wasn't much for greetings either at least not tonight.

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He hadn't even seen the other man walk in, so he started a little and looked up from his notes when he heard Snake's voice. Then he gave a small smile. "Yes, I thought so."

Jake shifted a little on the stool where he sat and took another drink. He was anxious to jump right into the reason they'd met here, but Snake--for various other qualities besides his name--didn't seem like the kind of person who appreciated being rushed. "Of course, being rather new here, I just picked out a place that felt... familiar." The bar did indeed have the feeling of a 19th-century pub: knotted wood, low lighting, hushed conversation.

[_call_me_snake_]

It's dark, i like it. Snake smiled and motioned toward one of the empty booths. We're going to be here a while, prefer my ass didn't go numb on a barstool.

He was trying to lighten the mood and relax the man sitting on the stool. Snake could sense the tension in his companion and it sparked that predator-prey drive deep inside Snake. He refrained from heeding its call knowing most people, men anyway, were uncomfortable in his presence until he started talking or relaxed from his usual mood.

He didn't wait for Jake he walked toward the booth purposely picking one that allowed him to sit with his back to the wall and gave him a good view of the bar. Simply being in a defendable position away from the middle of the room visibly relaxed Snake.

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Jake hesitated only a moment, then picked up his drink and his book and followed Snake. After a few seconds of silence sitting at the table--and seeing how the other man had seemed to relax some--Jacob made the decision to speak up.

"So you said you had..." He searched for the exact words. "...folk stories."

[_call_me_snake_]

You won't call it that when I'm done but yeah, a story. Snake lit a cigarette and took a long drink before he looked back over at Jake.

You ever hear... "For the end times shall come and Lucifer’s son shall walk the earth cloaked in the flesh of a man until all God’s creation is undone."?

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Jacob thought a moment as he took a drink, eyes squinting behind his glasses. "Not those words specifically, but I assume you're talking about the antichrist?" He dipped his quill in the inkwell and hovered it over a blank page, ready to write.

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Snake nodded. That's the one.

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"...Well, what about him?" He was relaxing a bit now himself, getting into the rhythm of question and answer.

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Snake took a long drag from his cigarette. Question is, how much you want to know about the man?

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Jake's eyes widened and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "So you've met him?" But he was getting ahead of himself here. "Well... that is, I do know many of the theories. Mark of the beast, winning souls over to hell with great works... Anti-Papists have called about every Pope in history the Antichrist, Emperor Nero's cited a lot as well..." He waved his free hand and shrugged, indicating that he could go on. "What have, um. What do you know?" He'd almost asked 'what have you heard,' but the way Snake was acting suggested knowledge more than theory.

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You could say that. Snake sighed hearing all the rambling about the Antichrist. He'd read all of that before.

Everything. There was confidence in Snake's voice. A certainty as clear as when he stated his name. Where you want me to start?

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Jake found he had to take a drink before he said anything else. It seemed a good number of people around here had a great amount of either power or knowledge, and Jake, for better or worse, still felt overwhelmed by it.

"Well," he started, adjusting once more in his seat, getting ready to write again. "Who is he, I suppose? If he's even a specific person."

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake wrestle for a moment between being blunt and playing games with the man before him. In the end the later seemed to be more amusing.

He was born in South Dakota, 1967. His father was in Vietnam when he was born. The boy was already a year old by the time his father came home missing part of his hand. the family was strong in the military, all the wars; father in Nam, Grandfather in Korea and World War II, Great Grandparents in the first World War. They already had plans for him to follow family tradition.

Snake paused to take a drink and order another.

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Finally he started to take notes: South Dakota. 1967. Father missing part of hand. World wars and so on. He didn't recognize the any of the place names, but there would be time for that later; more interesting things were at hand.

"Suppose that makes sense," he said half to himself, but still loud enough for Snake to hear, "Military position and all. Is that, er. Where you met him? In the army?" He glanced up at Snake's eye patch.

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No but he did go on to the miitary. He started ROTC at 12. World War III broke out while he was in college. A year later he was commissioned into the Air Force as a Lieutenant and pilot. He chose to go in and he always wanted to be a fighter pilot so the draft didn't bother him. His best friend Taylor went with him and became the Sargent of his squadron.

Snake put out his cigarette and took another drink. Didn't take long for everyone to realize this 20 year old hot shot for nowhere was made for war. He was the best, better then anyone had ever seen.

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More notes. He'd have to ask about these 'World Wars' later on, too.

"So what happened next?"