He waves at the case across from him and mumbles, "Need Security. Case is downright evil, and has been makin me sick as a shaak for a week and a half now."
He doesn't care anymore. He just wants to GET IT GONE.
Kell smiles weakly and just kinda waves at the case again. "Dunno. Figured better you guys than anyone else in the bar. Guess it's more a thing of keeping it away from evil people with ugly designs for... whatever the kriff it is."
Shrug. "Guess I figured that since I still barely know who from my own galaxy is here, that I sure as hell don't know who all the bad guys round here are."
"Yeah, think I first got here 3 weeks ago," he chuckles. "Had a squadmate swoop in on me, and most of what I know is through him and based on people with an interest in this case here." Shaking his head, he continues. "I'm sorry--I'm Kell Tainer of the New Republic's Wraith Squadron. And you are?"
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"Stephanie Brown, of Milliways." She grins, curling her legs under herself on the chair. "Once a Robin of Gotham City, but this is my home now. I've been here almost a year, Bar-time - I think it's been longer for me, counting the time I've spent on other worlds. Time runs funny here. What is this thing?"
This last about the case; she can't seem to open it, and suddenly she isn't sure she really wants to. It's ... weird.
Kell frowns and eyes the case. It's one of those hate-fear sorta things. "Honestly? Not a clue. B ut when a Jedi and the self-proclaimed 'son of magic' tell you it's nasty and not to open it, you tend to listen."
He shrugs, a slight grimace on his face. "The little I CAN tell you is just this: Keep it too long, and it'll give you a nasty case of the stomach flu. I can also promise you that I've tested it for every explosive i know, but it's not gonna blow if you do try to crack that sucker open."
"That'd be a huge kriffin' load off. What can I getcha?"
It helps ya feel better when you know how to get rid of the cause of da symptoms. And when an attractive member of the opposite sex is the one helping out.
Kell now has an upside-down teenager dangling in front of him from the rafters.
"You totally look sick," she informs him. "What's up?"
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He doesn't care anymore. He just wants to GET IT GONE.
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It's just a case, right?
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Shrug. "Guess I figured that since I still barely know who from my own galaxy is here, that I sure as hell don't know who all the bad guys round here are."
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This last about the case; she can't seem to open it, and suddenly she isn't sure she really wants to. It's ... weird.
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He shrugs, a slight grimace on his face. "The little I CAN tell you is just this: Keep it too long, and it'll give you a nasty case of the stomach flu. I can also promise you that I've tested it for every explosive i know, but it's not gonna blow if you do try to crack that sucker open."
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Free drinks are not to be turned down lightly!
"Shouldn't be any trouble. I can find someone to figure the thing out, I know heaps of people here."
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It helps ya feel better when you know how to get rid of the cause of da symptoms. And when an attractive member of the opposite sex is the one helping out.
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"Dude! Your world's as bad as Janson's! I'm getting you a Tim Tam, stat."
Flagging a wait-rat now!
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"First of all, my world IS Janson's. And secondly...You know him, too, huh?"
Cue the weak attempt at a smile.
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