In all honesty, I don't usually show more caution before throwing myself into glowing spheres of light, but I do usually have a better idea of where I'm going.
It's only there's a very large boulder with innumerable iron spikes embedded in it that's rapidly bringing up the rear, and the dais is at the end of a rather narrow hallway. So I swan dive through without hesitation, because hesitation, I've found, is never a good plan.
I tuck under and roll across dusty ground and come up easily to standing. Of course it's dusty. Oh, well. And apparently above ground. Oh, dear. I turn to survey if the exit is block and rather feel my guns in hand before I realize I've got them raised.
My eyebrows raise fractionally at the lanky man with the cigarette and the expression that I would not, precisely, call 'knowing'.
Spike leans to the side, trying to spot the hidden trapdoor she came out of. He sees no such trapdoor.
He returns to a more upright pose, which admittedly for Spike isn't saying a lot. He looks at the guns. He looks at what he's holding, which is an unlit cigarette.
He looks back at the rather capable looking woman, and says, "If you're looking for whatsisface, we already caught him. Get your own bounty. That big stone basketball hoop, too."
"Bounty?" I drop my aim, then replace the HKs. "We're not peers in business, then. As for this stone basketball hoop..." I look up at the reverse side of the dais. I walk up to it and reach a hand out for its center, but it flares- I shield my eyes for a moment- and goes dark. I drop my hand and give it a disappointed look.
"It's part of the bounty," Spike says, staring at her as he tries to figure out what her deal is. "I bring it and the guy who stole it back, I get paid."
He prods one of the sides again, but nothing happens when he tries it, this time.
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It's only there's a very large boulder with innumerable iron spikes embedded in it that's rapidly bringing up the rear, and the dais is at the end of a rather narrow hallway. So I swan dive through without hesitation, because hesitation, I've found, is never a good plan.
I tuck under and roll across dusty ground and come up easily to standing. Of course it's dusty. Oh, well. And apparently above ground. Oh, dear. I turn to survey if the exit is block and rather feel my guns in hand before I realize I've got them raised.
My eyebrows raise fractionally at the lanky man with the cigarette and the expression that I would not, precisely, call 'knowing'.
"Hello."
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He returns to a more upright pose, which admittedly for Spike isn't saying a lot. He looks at the guns. He looks at what he's holding, which is an unlit cigarette.
He looks back at the rather capable looking woman, and says, "If you're looking for whatsisface, we already caught him. Get your own bounty. That big stone basketball hoop, too."
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Very mild.
"Bounty?" I drop my aim, then replace the HKs. "We're not peers in business, then. As for this stone basketball hoop..." I look up at the reverse side of the dais. I walk up to it and reach a hand out for its center, but it flares- I shield my eyes for a moment- and goes dark. I drop my hand and give it a disappointed look.
"...What's your interest in it?"
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He prods one of the sides again, but nothing happens when he tries it, this time.
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