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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 05:02 AM (3,060 Views) | |
| Balketh | Nov 23 2012, 04:21 PM Post #81 |
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Requiem for a Hawke
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Finishing his cup disappointingly quickly, Tobias motioned curiously to the pot as he moved to grab it. Without any real confirmation, he poured himself another half a cup, still leaving a generous splash in the vessel - he wasn't heartless. He sipped as Tristan threw him the question. Almost out of the gate lowering his cup, Tobias spoke. "Long as none o' yours put a gun to me, trade me in or sell me out, shouldn't be no problems dirtside." He sipped again, still eying the young captain, a distinct lack of readable emotion on his face, akin to a sphinx. "Anyone comes sniffin', you leave 'em t'me. My problem, not yours. Won't let 'em harm a panel on your ship or a hair on your crew's heads." He grinned, baring fangs yet again. "But you or any one o' yours turns on me, sells me out?" He flicked his head back toward the door, as if motioning to a man not present, "You'll be needin' a casket for 'em. After all, I need t'look our for me and mine, dohng mah?" He echoed the captain's tone and pacing as he patted his own chest with a free arm, switching up the sentence just enough to try and drive his point home. He stared Tristan down with that wolfish grin - he knew full well that, deep down, he would pull the trigger on each of them if it meant he would get away with his life, if he had to, if it was the last option. And the thought sickened him. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 27 2012, 04:45 PM Post #82 |
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Lighthouse Keeper
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Tristan was nodding as the gunslinger spoke, his face offering the slightest smile. He was remaining casual, but his eyes gave away the fact that he understood Tobias' words. As he finished, and the Captains mouth opened in response, his face changed entirely. Tristan started to frown, confused, and took a step towards Hawke. The gunslingers mind started to swim, his vision blurring, and the last thing he heard was Tristan calling out "Hey!" as the metal grating below him flew up towards his face. Then silence. Blackness. |
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