Vulkan 707

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*Jillian has raises a eyebrow, and keeps her smile.*
Jillian: The only thing I am worried about is if he plans to kill us or not.

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*Gordon sighs, and nods.*
Gordon: Yes I guess we should be doing that though I still have some question.
*He looks over at Tiaz.*
Gordon: So Lion-O how long have you owned these 'lands.'

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*Sasha sighs.*
Sasha: They went off to deal with the storm, and make it go away.
*She sits back, and closes her eyes. Not really sleeping, just keeping her eyes closed.*

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*Gordon sighs.*
Gordon: Oh it's nothing, just something... stolen from me, and then he stole it from the ones who stole it from me. So I'm just making sure it goes to it's rightful owner. Which is me.
*Frowns at Finnick.*
Gordon: Oh wonderful. Glad to see you finished your little chat with Lion-O.

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*Jillian has a slight smile, and nods.*
Jillian: So I will.
*She walks along, and offers to help but guessing she gets denied from Zeta and her spear.*

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Sasha: I guess it won't?
*She also frowns, and then sighs.*
Sasha: I don't know, I don't really know anyone who lives here.
*She seems on edge, not cause of Taboo, but cause of her helplessness and the looming singularity storm overhead.*
Sasha: Ask anyone but me, I guess.

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*Gordon chuckles at the spoon ears comment, and watches the fight with slight annoyance.*
Gordon: Well... elves were kinda a myth from where I am from, though they were slightly different in appearance. I'm guessing your race is hated then? Interesting...

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*John hands Sasha something from his belt, and smiles at her. She does not return the smile.*
John: Well see you, don't have too much fun.
Sasha: Bring back my lance, and be careful.
John: Yes Ma'am.
*John follows after Lecter, and already starts drinking his flask of alcohol.*

*Sasha frowns at Taboo, and just shrugs.*
Sasha: Sure, but just a heads up I know nothing about this place.

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*Gordon frowns at his pistol, and looks back at the fight.*
Gordon: Sure 'magic.'
*He looks rather annoyed by all the fighting, and decides to walk over to the elf.*
Gordon: So you think you are a 'elf,' well that's interesting.
*His drone silently follows him, and he holsters his strange looking pistol.*
Gordon: What is a elf doing here? And have you seen anyone by the name of John?

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John: Okay, have fun!
*He keeps drinking, and fills his flask for the adventure.*
*Sasha sighs, and sits back in the booth she is in.*
*She drinks water.*

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*Gordon frowns at Tiaz, and looks annoyed at his loud yelling.*
Gordon: Yell one more time sir, and I-
*He looks even more annoyed at Tiaz's continued yelling, and pulls out a strange looking firearm made with a mixture of flesh and metal. Tubes tipped with sharp bone needles extend from the guns grip, and stab into Gordon's hand. After all the tubes sink into his flesh, the gun starts to drain his blood, which in turn causes the lights lining the guns barrel to spark with life. He then aims at Tiaz's leg, and fires.*
Gordon: Shut the fuck up, Lion-O. No more yelling.
*He looks at the newcomer, and frowns for some reason.*
Gordon: So many abhumans... interesting.

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*John nods.*
John: Yep... ready as I'll ever be.
*He sighs, and starts checking his gear making sure everything is functioning properly.*

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*Gordon chuckles.*
Gordon: These lands belong to them.
*He gestures to the storm.*
Gordon: It's already to late to stop what is coming, you think this storm is bad... this is a fucking joke compared to what happens next. As I said I am here to retrieve something that was taken from me.

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*Jillian sighs, and kills her cigarette.*
Jillian: Only another gunslinger is as fast as me, but sure we can wait.
*She says the last statement like it's a matter of fact, not petting her own ego.*
Jillian: You are attracted to someone tasked with arresting you, and killing you? That... seems problematic.

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*John frowns, and nods with Horus.*
John: No can do, bud. Already watched the drama in the kitchen, and if you want the ledger for your little assassin guild you gotta get help from some other cut throats.
*Sasha is very annoyed at this point, one for letting her sacred lance being used by a mutant, and the fact people are arguing over a book.*
Sasha: Who gives a fuck about the book, this whole planet is in danger cause of that gate! We must destroy it!

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*3D printed man laughs, and turns to face Finnick.*
3D printed man: A mage? Now that is funny! No, I am... a entrepreneur of sorts. And I came here to retrieve something very valuable to me. Oh, pardon me! My name is Gordon, Ex CEO of the Ziogen corporation, and you two are?
*Smiles at Tiaz's hostile step.*
Gordon: I recommend calming down, I have no quarrel with you... and you do not want to have a quarrel with me.

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*Jillian briefly frowns at Xan going to her knees, but keeps on guard.*
*She keeps to herself, though a slight smile crosses her face from Zeta and Xan's banter.*
Jillian: Well we should go get it, I'd rather have a eye on it then let it sit out here.

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*Sasha sighs, cause explaining how use the lance of heaven is no easy matter.*
Sasha: No... No it is not.
*Starts trying to explain how it works.*
*John nods.*
John: Yep we know about Vase, and sure why not we could always use the help.
*Sasha don't know nothing about what happened inside the room, but probably be agreeing with Horus on his views of Vase.*

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*A small circular drone flies out from the trees, and hovers over Tiaz and Finnick for a moment before floating down to eye level.*
*One of the drones lenses opens up, and (literally) begins 3D printing a human figure. The process itself takes mere seconds, and when it's done a human male wearing a white collard shirt, black slacks, and a black blazer jacket stands before them. He spends a moment to fix his cuffs, and smiles widely at the pair.*
3D printed dude: Interesting... and who might you two be?

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John: Don't need to worry about me, I'll be fine on the battlefield. We'll head out into the storm, and one of us blows up the gate.
*He smiles, and takes another swig.*
John: I like to drink, so what? Believe me some of the ops I have been in you would wish you were impaired!
*Though he says it with a smile a slight hollow look takes John for a moment, almost as if he is lost in thought.*
John: Believe me.
*Sasha interrupts the silence.*
Sasha: John you should take my lance, I can-!
John: Hell no! I ain't taking that heavy fucking thing, give it to Harvey birdman. *Gestures to Horus.*