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"What? He's got such strong arms! I bet he could crap open nuts with any part of his body." Toivo's companion said. They'd met recently and she'd taken Toivo out to a pub she knew. Scouting for boys had been rather thin on the ground for Toivo.
"The Bartender said he's got huge gashes on his chest. Some war wound or something." Toivo said.
"Yeah? So? He's a warrior! Can't you tell by his gun?"
"I've had a drink with a guy like that before. He basically left the area covered by his boxers to the imagination when he decided to show me all the scars he had. It was the stories that all ways centred around killing lots of werewolves or vampires in a spectacular way that finished me off."
"Your so harsh! I like him." The companion stared at the back of his head, willing him over with.......the force? Divine intervention, more likely.
"Fine, you can have him. I recommend the Vodka."
Then...bing!
Men around the bar were standing back in amazement. Others were rushing over. The man they were talking about had vanished with a little ding noise.
"He's suddenly become interesting." Toivo said as he began to scoot out of the long sofa that curves around the table. She had just made sure her hat was snug and she was out.
"HE'S MINE!" Came this sudden snarl. Her companion's nails were digging into the coat. Toivo continued to pull against her grip before she could dig in those suddenly jagged teeth. Pop! Out came the woman's arm and she fell back into her seat, limp and supposedly dead like her stings had been cut. Both women flew back though. Toivo cavorted backwards before being shoved to the ground. She could feel her face slam straight into the snow....Wha? She pulled her head back up to see a vast landscape from the top of a mountain. Her silence pretty much summed up what was going on inside her head: everything jamming as her thoughts all came at once...
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He chose to stand up and adjust his jeans and jacket to their comfortable state. He pulls out his cell phone to call john his drinking
partner, Who was unable to show up this time and then this happened... "No Signal.." Lance Whispered as he hid himself from the figures
before he could be known to them. "So were the hell am i then..." Lance spoke as he eyed the two figures to judge if they were armed.
Though both figures looked like the wind could snap their frame they stood in a way that showed they were just as unsure of were
they were as lance himself. He chose to leave the safety of the rock in the cliff side and walk towards the two strangers. Making his presence
known as he closes in with the sound of his steps resonating through the cliff side. But his walk was interrupted by a thud and another person
appeared laying in between him and the 2 figures who were also alerted of this. Lance walked over and looked down at what was now known as
a female. "...You i saw you in the bar, whats going on here." as he put out a hand to help her up constantly looking over at the figures to sense
if they were a threat.
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"I dunno...Best guess...A summoning?" She ignored the hand deliberately while rolling the other way, pushing up of the ground. She stood and took a better look around. A little snow, uninteresting rocks, trees, trees, cliff edge. We're being summoned by a hermit? "But I don't know why you'd ask me...I haven't a clue..." Sooo...is that it? I have no choice but to stick with the human slide-show or run off?
"Well, hope you make it back safely." She about faced, beginning to walk off.
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"Do you really think the unhappy couple are going to do anything with a gun to their temple? If they are to blame, they'll retaliate."
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Looking over at Toivo and Lance. "And would you two put those down. It seems like we are all confused. Getting people riled up won't help our case. If someone is to blame you can handle that later. But I would prefer we ask before killing." Shrugging as she laughed. "In this case."
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"When the thug puts his gun away, we can relax and hear what the girl has to say. OK?" She said in reply to Aboddon. The stare of daggers never left Lance. Nor did the shotgun barrel move from his stomach.
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