Ex-emperor Inna Bar

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Paul is at his usual place before the Observation Window, calmly not watching universes play out their last battles with time. He's clear now, almost normal, on the outside. Inside he's beginning to feel... bored. A man needs a purpose, it seems, even if he's dead. Crysknife at his hip, he's ready for action. No longer able to see the Paths of

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Possibly. But whether he is or not, Ray doesn't know. Ray has all the temporal / intentional / spiritual awareness of your average cantaloupe.

This may be unfair to the cantaloupes.

In either case, Ray happens to be settling down at a table not that far from the Observation Window. He likes the view. He's a little odd that way. Tonight, the view is a bit secondary; his tray from Bar included not only his usual drink (which is dark green, faintly opalescent, and gives the occasional hint of sluggishly moving), but a slim volume on the sword-drawing art of iaido. It's got a fair number of pictures in it, including the one on the cover; he's peering at it thoughtfully and almost entirely neglecting his drink in its favour.

In short, the mun really wants to RP, but has no idea how to get these two together, and this seemed like a possible opening. Or something.

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One eyebrow raises in spite of Paul's training against such obvious tells. He's seen several men here wearing swords, but this...

"You are no swordsman. May I suggest a less dangerous course of study?" He can be very polite, but not when someone's health might be at stake.

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"Oh, I'm way past the point where that would do me any good now, sir," Ray says almost cheerfully. "Considering that I spend most of my working days running around New York City with a man-portable nuclear accelerator strapped to my back, a little thing like an edged weapon isn't going to make all that much difference. In for a radionuclide, in for a technetium cow, eh?"

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"You regularly use atomics?" Astonishment, well, a little. "This New York must be a very contentious world. I hope you don't see fit to bring atomics here, even my knife would be but a blade of grass against that."

Seeing no hint of agression, however, his mood softens immediately.

"What's your name, warrior?" with just a hint of sarcasm at warrior.