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Nov 3, 2019 12:09:11 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 12:09:11 GMT -6
"Put yer gun down, sweetheart," the man said to Hope, keeping his trained directly on Titon. It whined and whirred. So some kind of enhanced weapon. "Unless you want your friend here to become charred toast." He laughed at his own joke, not even the tiniest hint of slurring or imbalance. So he was stone cold sober. Wonderful. Titon gulped down more of her scotch. "See, she's got a bounty for five hundred thousand marks on Osthemenon IV, and I intend to collect. Dead or alive."
"Only five hundred thousand marks for dead or alive?" Titon yelped, shaking her head in dismay. "Come on, that's fucking insulting. At least make it like three million or something if you want my fucking corpse. Like. Jesus fucking Christ. And Buddha and Muhammad and Krishna or fucking whatever too." Titon rolled her eyes. "I can't fucking believe it. After what I did to King Jethro's face, I'd expect a bit fucking more!"
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Post by demikara on Nov 3, 2019 12:13:19 GMT -6
"This is Gambit's. Everyone had a bounty. And don't call me sweetheart." She lowered her gun, only to shoot him in the leg. Or, well, she was aiming to the upper leg and hit his groin, assuming he didn't move or have some of shielding. Given she was drunk and not at all a crack shot, she was impressed. Drunk, but impressed. Maybe she should work on her aim while shooting? There was probably some kind of trick to it.
"What'd you do to King Jethro to get such a cheap bounty?" Five hundred thousand marks wasn't chump change, but it was also fairly low in their line of work.
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Nov 3, 2019 12:25:50 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 12:25:50 GMT -6
The man shouted invective in a language Titon was impressed she didn't recognize right away as he stumbled backward, clutching his leg and discharging his own weapon into the ceiling, where it left a smoking hole that nearly everyone else in the bar completely ignored. Only a few heads even turned their direction. Typical. Titon grabbed him by the shoulder, kicking his gun away, before one of the bouncers waved her off, taking over. "Fucking aim better, numbnuts," she yelled down at him, shaking her head again, then plopped back onto her barstool, downing the rest of the drink. Two of the bouncers now were half-carrying, half-dragging the intrepid bounty hunter out the door. "I broke his grandmother's prized china using his face, which I rearranged semi-permanently," she said, grinning. "It was an improvement for the fucker's looks."
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Post by demikara on Nov 3, 2019 12:37:11 GMT -6
"That's all? He must not have taken it too seriously." To have a lower bounty even though she assaulted a king. Yeah, he couldn't have taken it that badly after all. "I'm still impressed you have any. Terra isn't exactly the biggest planet to get an bounty on after all. There's not enough to do to earn one." Oh there was probably plenty to do, but she still considered the planet to largely be lawless and treated it as such. It didn't help that she hung out in places like this.
For her perspective, Terra was lawless. "Why are you talking to me by the way? This is Gambit's." Talking to strangers was dangerous here.
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Nov 3, 2019 12:46:34 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 12:46:34 GMT -6
"Guess not," said Titon. She looked at the wall behind the bar, debating which should be next. "But talking to you? Cause I'm fucking bored, and you're right - " she waggled her finger vaguely in Hope's direction. "You're right there. Why the fuck else?" That was more than enough reason as far as Titon cared to think about it. Gambit's was a place where you could mingle with all sorts, and no one really midnded. No one ever really remembered much either. The alcohol helped quite a bit with that. Titon relaxed her shoulders, her red curls spilling over the flak jacket she wore, mismatched like a badly drawn comic character. Seemed about right. Fitting anyway. "You got a problem?"
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Post by demikara on Nov 3, 2019 12:57:55 GMT -6
"It's jsut weird." Hope declared, and raised her glass high. Frowning she glared at it. Empty. That's right, she finished it off before the bounty hunter. Swaying, Hope pulled her goggled down and checked the time, before pushing them back up again. "You got cute curls by the way. I should try them some time." Curls. They looked wild. They could be fun to try out, Hope decided. Something different to play around with.
"Hey. Can I tug one? They look bouncy." she wanted to pull one and see. Ignoring any permission given, Hope reached over to do just that.
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Nov 3, 2019 14:18:38 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 14:18:38 GMT -6
Titon had just opened her mouth to begin to say something back to the Erutin when Hope reached for Titon's hair. "What the actual fuck," she snarled, hand instantly forming into a fist, as she instinctively jabbed forward in an attempt to punch Hope directly in the face with a powerful throwing arm. Usually, this resulted in knocking people clear off their seat. It had done so, in fact, with King Jethro, back when she was visiting his homeworld, ostensibly for official business too.
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Post by demikara on Nov 3, 2019 17:44:15 GMT -6
Drunk and not expecting the fist, Hope went flying off the back of her seat, landing on the ground with an 'oof!' She held her cheek where the other had gotten her good and glared up at her. "What the fuck! I was just going to touch. You could say no instead of punching first." She stumbled to her feet, drunk as hell and pissed now too. "I shoulda let him shoot you." She didn't throw a punch back though. Wing would kill he if she actually got into a bar fight, drunk or not. And the empress would somehow find out.
"Geez." She was swaying heavily now. Great. Now she was going to actually have to put on makeup tomorrow. Did she even own makeup?
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Nov 3, 2019 17:57:03 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 17:57:03 GMT -6
Titon's chin jutted straight out as her eyes burned with loathing. "Never put your fucking hands on me, ever," she said, one arm resting casually on the bar counter and the other extending an accusatory finger in Hope's direction. "I don't give a fuck who you are or where you're from or who you work for. Hands. Off." She nodded at the bartender, who handed her another shot. Wordless. The way she liked it. He knew. Titon took the shot quickly. Her eyes were glassing now, but her speech sounded mostly intact. When her comm began buzzing, she ignored it. When it rang, loudly, she answered the call only to shout "I DON'T FUCKING CARE," and immediately hang up. She smiled.
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Post by demikara on Nov 3, 2019 18:08:03 GMT -6
"Get over yourself!" Hope shouted back, coming closer now. "What the fuck kind of bitch does that?" Geez, her face hurt. Hope tapped into her implant and called a cab. "Whatever. I'm too drunk to deal with you." She stumbled froward and caught herself on the counter, just barely not touching the other. She had meant to turn around. That didn't work out so well.
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Nov 3, 2019 19:56:40 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 3, 2019 19:56:40 GMT -6
"Me. I'm the kind of bitch who does that." Titon flashed another smile. "Like I said. I fucking hate people. But I especially hate people who try to touch me. And I spectacularly hate people who try to fucking call me." She shoved her phone back in her pocket. It rang again. She ignored it, watching as Hope nearly fell this time. "You better watch where you're walking." The Aschen soldiers were edging closer to their part of the bar. "Those Ashen don't really care who the fuck you are either, and if you trip into one of them, hoo boy, you'll be in for a fun fight. Fun for me at least." Titon downed the shot. "Then you'll have an even better time for that fucking meeting at ten." The phone rang again and Titon answered without looking to see who it was. "I told you, I'm fucking busy. Go the fuck away."
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Post by demikara on Nov 4, 2019 15:14:41 GMT -6
Hope snorted and stood upright again, or as upright as she was going to get. "I'm a Traveler. Them I'll see coming and poof! I'll be gone." It was a terrible idea to 'port while drunk. There was no telling where she would end up. But it was perfectly possible, given the chip in her head did most of the work for her. All Hope had to do was choose a location and hope that she didn't mess that up terribly. "And I can tell you don't like the phone. Why would you bring a phone with you if you hate it?"
Hope's comm unit was integrated with the goggles she always wore, including to formal events where they looked ridiculously out of place. She'd like to see someone take her goggles away. She'd kick their ass for it.
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Nov 4, 2019 16:07:03 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 4, 2019 16:07:03 GMT -6
Titon jerked her head to the side, though whether the gesture was to indicate indifference or dismissiveness was unclear. "Regulation," she said, suddenly drumming on the counter with several fingers from both hands. "So people at work can fucking call me. Doesn't mean I'll answer though." Technically, regulations were silent on that point, though she didn't think either Lisbeth or Ahmad would appreciate the distinction that much. "Especially because it might be a fucking reporter what with all that's been going on lately, and because fuck me, I guess." Today. She'd dodged a half dozen of the fuckers already. And then there were the fucking interns.
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Post by demikara on Nov 6, 2019 10:58:54 GMT -6
"Mm. They may be calling about the whole indictment business. You're on the list after all." Her people had been watching all of it very closely. They knew who was on this list before the justice department cam forward. Hope swayed and took her seat again, holding onto the bar. She giggled. "All the old guard, gone in one fell swoop. It was fun to watch. Sad. I liked Drulovic, she gave me a good run for my money. She got damn good at ferreting out my agents. But I suppose when your rulers turn on you, there's not much you can do."
Her agents had let her know months ago what was happening, and she had followed with interest. Of course, this entire business would also mean shake ups throughout the TIB. Which just made it easier for her to get a few of her agents in place again. But that was how the game was played, allies or not.
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Nov 6, 2019 11:22:00 GMT -6
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Post by Ylanne on Nov 6, 2019 11:22:00 GMT -6
That goddamn business. What an awful intrusion into her solitude and quiet. Titon's basement office, usually a garrison unto itself, inside the bowels of the Bureau headquarters, itself tucked inside a military base, was no sanctuary anymore. "Yeah, probably. The whole thing is fucking absurd," she said, shaking her head. She wanted another drink, but she also wanted very much not to fall all over herself at the bar, like Hope was doing now. It was cringe-inducing to watch. "Everyone knew what happened. It's pretty suspicious and pretty fucked that they're going after everyone now, twenty fucking years after it all." Titon folded her arms, swinging around on her barstool so she could lean her back against the counter. "And hey. If you like Drulović, maybe you could fucking do something to help her instead of laughing about it. You know what it feels like to get thrown under the bus, don't you now." Titon had no illusions that she had any friends, though. She'd never really cared much for the whole thing.
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