01 | holo | location: sanctuary | Remember when you were a madman?
Kobra screams and whirls around, gun raised and ready to shoot. He's faced with nothing but bare walls and deafening silence, the cutting sounds of ray guns only a faint memory in his ears. He stares, wide-eyed and breathing harshly, at the spot where moments ago his brother's lifeless body fell to the floor. He's not there. Neither is Korse and
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So Party Poison has a friend back home? Boy really played up the whole loner angle. She'd make sure to jab him about that later. But for now, the curiosity gets the better of her and she swings her feet of the bed. There's desperation in this kid, and she feels she might as well give him an inkling of relief.
"Hey there, stranger. FYI? Your boy Party's here." She wonders if Party's heard the call, wherever the hell he was. "Kidnapped by aliens, blah blah can't get out blah. Enjoy."
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"Who are you? How do you know Party Poison?" he asks. She might be working for BL/nd, one never knows. What business does she have though, talking about his brother like she knows exactly where he is. They always made a point of making sure they weren't traceable, their location unknown. What is going on with that?
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"And I'm Gwen." She leans back on the couch, and her explanation is cool and relaxed. "You're in Taxon. It's a city we were brought to with people of all sorts of shapes and sizes." And times and places and dimensions, but let's not give the poor boy a stroke, shall we? "Welcome to the band, honey."
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"Don't lie to me or you're dust," he adds, the lines around his mouth hard.
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"Really? What are you gonna do? Huff and puff at me?" She smiles at him and tilts her head, coy and knowing that stuff probably won't jive with him. But it's fun. See, this is what she gets for trying to be helpful. Fortunately for Gwen, antagonism is just about as much fun.
"Don't you wanna know how to blow your house down and get the hell out of there?"
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"Something like that," he replies in his usual monotone, but raises his raygun. "Huff, puff, you're dust." His expression doesn't change.
"I don't need your help for that." Kobra never trusted the advice of strangers. Outside of his group he's on his own, not willing to listen to anyone else, not yet.
"What do you want from me?"
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So he already knows how to get out. Looks like Party Poison got to his friend after all. Wonder how that was going? Gwen placed her bets on 'not too well.' This guy was jumpy and mistrustful. Pointing the Trek-y looking weapon at her hologram image? Exhibit A.
"Fine by me. Guess you're all spic and span. I just thought I'd, I don't know, throw you a heads up about what's going on here. My mistake."
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"For all I know you could be telling me a lot of garbage, tumbleweed. Give me a reason why I should believe you."
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"Sure about that?" she counters, flexing a gloved hand. There's something playful in the statement, but something also very, very not. Claws come out when they have to, when they need to, and she'd just rather avoid that.
So, when she speaks, her voice is a less challenging appeal hidden underneath a sigh. "Because I'm not your enemy here, junior. I got tossed in this trash can." A beat, and just a half-second of consideration. "Just like everyone else." There is another pause, this one longer, before Gwen shrugs and quips a little more lightheartedly. "Of course, you could always ask someone else if you don't believe me. Tons and tons of guys and gals in white stripes here just dying to fill you in."
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He tilts his head to the side though, observing her with a little more curiosity. "If you're not the enemy, then who are you?"
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The next words spoken are laced with sarcasm, like a hotel receptionist. "Hope you enjoy your stay."
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