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priestoftravel October 6 2007, 19:21:27 UTC
He didn't look up. Too busy reading the rest of the sentence.
"It's actually the name of the Emperor. He's the hero of the play."
He finally looked up after taking a drag of his crumpled cigarette and both brows shot up.
"A bird?"

Talking birds were rare for him, he'd never met one, you see.

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priestoftravel October 6 2007, 19:31:58 UTC
"Christopher Marlowe. Apparently his works had been lost by the time we left Earth."

He gave a rueful smile. "Usually I'd shake hands when introducing myself, but for the time I'll give a nod." He nodded, "The name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I'm dead."

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didntseeit October 6 2007, 21:51:55 UTC
There is a vaguely girlfriend-shaped-thing, by which the narration means that a) things are still vaguely vague between them and b) she's, well.

A rather big cat.

Been introduced to the concept of lionesses yet, Wolfwood? If not, then there is one just here.

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priestoftravel October 6 2007, 22:12:27 UTC
He hasn't seen anything larger than a housecat in ways of felines.
So the big cat gets a startled reaction, by way of him almost falling out of his chair and clutching his chest.

"CHRIST ALMIGHTY!"

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didntseeit October 6 2007, 22:22:58 UTC
She's crushed, Wolfwood. Crushed.

By which we mean that she starts laughing, and it's a low and husky and very familiar laugh.

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priestoftravel October 6 2007, 22:46:28 UTC
The laugh gets both brows to raise slowly, and he relaxes.

"... AJ?" He asks, more perplexed than scared just then.
"Goddamnit, Darlin'," He was talking to bar, "You turned AJ into a cat?!"

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