Jack wanders into the bar with as close as he ever comes to a scowl on his face. His clothing is ripped, the top half of his kimono turned to ribbons. His hair is down and he appears beaten up, not to mention several long, nasty slices across his chest and back that are quite fresh. He hardly takes notice of his surroundings as he makes his way to
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Stopping with her empty mug she motioned to the bandages and spoke in a hoarse raspy voice. "If you need help with those I'm pretty good at bandaging wounds."
She gave the Samurai man a faint smile.
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There is a moment or two of silence as he returns to bandaging the gashes before he winces, his sore muscles crying out in protest. "On second thought, if you do not mind, I would like to take you up on that offer. It seems my body has had more than enough for today."
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After a moment of working in silence she offered her name. "I'm Raven."
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He hates to think of others getting beat as as badly, or as often, as he does, though he knows that it probably happens to some people. And he knows there are some in much worse situations than his own, so he's careful to count his blessings.
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"I've got to ask what you've done to get these kinds of injuries?"
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Story of his life...
"Why do you say they, Raven? Are you not a 'hero' as well? You said that you and your friends bandaged each other, you included, did you not?" Jack's always found the term 'hero' to be a bit loose, but he doesn't want to offend her by denying that her friends may indeed be true heroes. They certainly sound like well-meaning people, if they protect their home from danger.
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"I'm not a hero anymore. I was ah... killed and ended up here." She shrugged a bit and shifted nervously. "I guess I wasn't a very good hero if I died, huh?"
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He gives her quite the odd look, blinking in surprise at her little remark. "You...you are dead?"
Nobody explained to Jack that dead people end up in Milliways. Surprise!
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Or so she hoped. But then again, this place was a far sight better than ending up in hell.
"Does...does that bother you?"
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"No, Raven, I do not believe it does. I have met many people in my travels, and I know that what a person is matters not compared to who a person is. And from what I can tell, you are not the sort of person that I would be bothered by."
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"I'm glad to hear that. So you travel? Where do you travel to?" She was curious about this man, curious and intrigued by how polite and calm he seemed.
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For Jack, talking about his travels is an entirely new experience. He virtually never speaks to people in the future, especially not about his quest, unless he is simply asking for information. It feels good, knowing somebody is actually interested in what it is he does.
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She listened with keen interest to his story and she nodded as she listened. "You just want to go home, he denies you that. I'm sorry to hear that, if I knew of where you lived and what time I'd be willing to help, but unfortunately I don't..."
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He falls silent for a bit, drinking his tea and collecting his thoughts. After a little while, he speaks. "How did you die, Raven? If I may ask, of course. I can understand if this is something you would prefer to keep private. Ones death could understandably be a difficult subject..."
[ooc: No problem. Just post when you can, I've got a few hours still before I'm out for the night.]
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