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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 30, 2014 18:06:57 GMT -8
Quinn quickly pulled himself together and decided to pencil in his little breakdown for when he had some privacy."I'm going to respectfully vote for No Martial Arts, if it's all the same to you chaps..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2014 18:15:22 GMT -8
"I don't wanna talk about my feelings... Unless she's hot. Is the psychotherapiser hot? No kung fu fighting, Q?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 18:19:52 GMT -8
Santi- "A little dischord? Maybe we should do something else altogether."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 30, 2014 18:25:16 GMT -8
To August -"I'm a musician and I do maths for fun. Martial arts training can only end in screaming, broken bones and shame." To Santi - "Yes...perhaps another idea is best. I'll be stuffed if I've any clue what we should do, though."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2014 18:28:06 GMT -8
"As a musician ya need to know about suffering though, right Q? What do ya normally do for fun, Santi?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 18:38:44 GMT -8
Santi- "Fly around, hang out in private places, see friends... I think everyone is rather busier than usual tonight. Hmm... Well, we'll get a car and figure things out from there."
They were being quiet enough to be missed by the cabbie, who was roaring down the streets with his radio on.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 30, 2014 18:46:01 GMT -8
Fiddling idly with his phone, Quinn snorted.August - "I believe I can figure out what 'pain' is without massive contusions on my hindquarters, thank you." Santi - "That sounds like a fine old plan. August and I are getting quite used to the old 'flying by the seat of our pants' routine, it seems."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2014 18:52:45 GMT -8
"We could go to a shooting range, that's ALWAYS fun y'all. Always!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 18:53:25 GMT -8
Santi- "Hell, why not?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on May 30, 2014 18:54:28 GMT -8
Quinn replied in a smallish voice."That might be....fun."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2014 19:03:00 GMT -8
"BOMBAROO! Ya gonna have the best night EVER!" August began liberally throwing finger guns. Pew! Pew!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 19:05:15 GMT -8
Santi- "Guess it's true about Antearctans and guns."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 19:36:30 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 30, 2014 20:16:40 GMT -8
While things were going berserko for the other Greyburn party escapees, it was a soft cold night for them Marchese boys. As the sports car left the border of Harlan proper, Santi told them to stay sharp when they leave town and be deferential to anything supernatural they meet - though they probably wouldn't see anything.
They rolled into a pastoral suburb with cul de sacs randomly peppering a land of small farms and cottages. This was the second closest gun range to Harlan, several miles past its furthest limit, and it was not open at night, except by appointment. Calling ahead, they got permission to come in during a night appointment someone else had made.
Santi stepped out onto the parking lot and considered the world around him. Night birds flocked excitedly hundreds of feet away. Crickets chirped. The air was now heavy with swirling mist. Dawn would be dewy. Santi- "So you've never been to this one, August?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 30, 2014 20:25:18 GMT -8
"Naw, I really liked my old one ya know? Why change a good thing... I'm so excited y'all. I've never been this late, we can get the real classy guns y'all. Bombaroo!" August hustled them in bursting with excitement. This was better therapy than anything else August could think of.
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