Vulkan 707

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Jillian: Sounds good.
*She keeps watch, and smokes her cigarette.*
*Her eyes dart along the treeline, looking for any threats, and listens intensely to her surroundings.*

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*John shrugs again, and sways slightly afterwords as the alcohol catches up to him.*
John: Well I was waiting for Sasha to get healed up, then we would head into the storm, and probably die! So I wanted to get slightly buzzed before I do another bloody suicide mission!
*He downs another glass.*
*Sasha is indifferent about this considering John is partly right, but also that John is usually drunk during missions, and somehow gets the job done.*
Sasha: John you may have to go without me. I am still heavily injured. So you are the only one with experience, besides me.
John: Shit seriously? Well you get to go on the next suicide mission, and I get to stay home.

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Jillian: I would prefer if I go, just in case.
*Jillian smokes her cigarette, and stands off to the side not wanting to interject in Xan and Zeta's conversation.*

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*John frowns, and nods to Sasha.*
John: If you guys want info talk to her, I'm not going to be much help she's the expert on those monsters.
Sasha: We have to destroy the praetorian gate, that thing is what is causing the storm. We can kill it with my lance, explosion, or with heavy weapon. The creatures surrounding it are the main issue, and they will defend the gate with their lives. Any other questions?

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*Jillian hears Zeta walk outside from the kitchen, and leaves her half eaten burrito to follow her.*
*She doesn't even try to be sneaky about it just goes straight to Zeta.*
Jillian: Hey, you shouldn't walk alone. Especially with that limp.
*She lights a cigarette.*

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*John kinda scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.*
John: Er... well couple reasons, first we were dealing with the whole Vase vs Blondie chick... think it was Etna, or something. And then I figured she would come inside once she was healed up. I mean I seen her get chewed on be a monster, and spat out! Hours later she was on her feet.
*Sasha is slightly flattered.*
Sash: Great excuse John, quick thinking. Idiot.

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*Sasha frowns at Eustace, and then looks over at John.*
Sasha: John... what the fuck are you doing?
*John quickly finishes his drink, and looks over at Sasha.*
John: Er, finishing my drink... and getting ready for the praetorian?
*She's honestly in too much pain to argue, so just takes a seat, and waves to Eustace.*
Sasha: This is Eustace, Eustace this is John. Don't really know enough about the others to say.
*John get's up, and offers his hand.*
John: Nice to meet you Eustace, this is Lecter, and the bird headed guy is Horus.

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*Jillian nods, and starts making a gunslinger burrito.*
Jillian: I see. Well enjoy.
*She keeps working on her burrito, and thinks.*

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*John shakes his head.*
John: Nope not really, that all we need to do. Though some of the creatures running around won't be a easy fight.
*He drains his glass, and smiles as a slight buzz washes over him.*
John: Sasha the expert on those things.

*A yell comes from the other room, that makes John shrink slightly.*
Sasha: John! Where the fuck are you!?
John: Er... Over here, Sasha! Near the kitchen area!
*She then gestures for Eustace to lead considering he is the walking stick.*

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*John drains another glass, before responding to Lecter.*
John: Well... I'm part of a resistance, Sash.. she's part of kind of a some peace keepers knight-people. I would say they are more focused on dealing with the monsters, while we are more focused on dealing with the Badum. We kinda have a alliance going on, and we were put together in a joint operation with a few others.
*Pours himself and Lecter another glass.*

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*Sasha sighs, and looks around as well.*
Sasha: I prefer 'acquaintance,' and I honestly don't know much about anyone else here. And I'm guessing my 'acequaintance' is at the bar.

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*John sighs, not really happy at the idea of talking about the Baduum agents.*
John: Er... well. They are sorta looking for me, or were looking for me. Don't worry about it though, they shouldn't be a problem anymore!
*He laughs weakly, and quickly drains his glass.*
John: Lets just hope no more show up...

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*Jillian nods to Horus in thanks, and ashes her cigarette.*
Jillian: Thank you Horus.
*She then lets Xan take care of Zeta, and turns to Iris as she enters.*
Jillian: Everything alright Iris?

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*John smiles, and at last he takes a seat at the bar.*
John: I agree Lecter, too long!
*He then pours them both a glass of whiskey.*

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*Sasha's eyes widen, and she looks at Eustace.*
Sasha: You... saw that? ...I thought it was a nightmare...
*She looks lost in intense thought, as she thinks on how dark the situation is getting.*
Sasha: This... this is a huge problem..

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*Jillian nods to Zeta.*
Jillian: We will see to it later, for now go get healed up. Afterwords we will go to it.
*She puffs her cigarette, and nods to Xan.*
Jillian: No need to thank Xan, just trying to do what is right.

*John nods, and smiles at Lecter.*
John: Sounds good! I wanna be a little buzzed before we go fight those monsters!

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*Sasha looks slightly angry, yet keeps a somewhat sensible tone.*
Sasha: I would like a little information from the random person who put their hands in my insides, is that too much to ask? And you also have cat ears, I've never seen that shit before, so try to understand 'buddy' why I am being so quizzical.
*She rolls her eyes, and sighs.*
Sasha: No one is going to shoot you, just help with the door already.

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*Jillian takes a long drag on her cigarette, and nods.*
Jillian: As you say, Zeta.
*She turns to regard Vaseraga, and stares at him for a moment before replying.*
Jillian: We will see.

*John has been quiet this whole time, and shrugs at Vaseraga.*
John: Vase buddy not to be downer or anything but six-shooter chick has a point...
*He then scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.*
John: And I agree with Horus, why don't we get some drinks, and try to relax.
*He almost looks disgusted as the doctor reminds them about storm.*
John: That... is also very true.

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*Sasha makes a frustrated sigh, partly because of her injuries and the situation.*
Sasha: I'm sure John isn't helping... Why are they fighting?