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[i]"Hmmm. Did you ever meet her?"[/i] [b]Masq finally turns his full attention to Ronin, his purple eyes seemingly sad and broken, yet patient and wistful.[/b] [i]"If you don't mind me asking..."[/i]
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"Yes. she was 6 when I thought she died. 10 years later, I found her."
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[i]"Je vois... What is her name?"[/i] [b]Masq seemed very interested in Lance's sister. It was the only common ground he shared with him. It was nice to know someone else could understand part of what he was feeling, even if Masq didn't entirely trust Ronin.[/b]
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"Lilah." [i]Lance says, his mask retracting and showing his angular and hard face. A lock of hair falls over his face, between his icy blue cold eyes that don't match the younger face he carried. How old was Lance anyways? Lance didn't entirely trust Masq either, but it was whatever. [/i] http://m.imgur.com/NHsLIWJ.jpg
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[i]"A beautiful name, no? Heh..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to look at those that converse around them, taking in their joyous laughter, heated arguments, their meaningless stares.[/b] [i]"No one understands us like we do. Brothers united by entropy."[/i]
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"Yeah..something like that." [i]Lance mutters.[/i]
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[b]The sound of heavy boots approach them from behind then quickly stop. Masq either doesn't hear or doesn't care, seemingly lost in his drink.[/b]
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[i] Lance throws an uncaring glance over his shoulder at the person behind them.[/i]
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[b]The man with Masq from before stands, his eyes cold and harsh staring at him. He taps Masq on the shoulder.[/b] [i]"Hmm... What?"[/i] [i]"I bumped into a man. Spilled his drink. He's angry. I need a sedative."[/i]
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[i] Lance eyes the man carefully. He was pretty sure he knew who it was, but even so.. [/i]
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[b]Masq rolls his eyes and throws Ronin a look as if saying 'See what I have to deal with?'. He grunts in vexation and turns to his tall friend.[/b] [i]"You don't talk to me for two weeks, and now you ask me for drugs? What the hell is wrong with you?"[/i] [i]"Something powerful, to keep someone asleep for a few days."[/i] [b]Masq sighs, quickly finishing his drink and pulling a playing card from his pocket handing it to the man.[/b] [i]"Dormeur lament. Enough to keep an elephant asleep for a few days. Don't hit the spine. Don't use it like a knife."[/i] [b]The man in the coat, snatches the card and and pads slowly to a man that seems to be yelling over something stupid.[/b] [i]"You bring any... 'Company'?"[/i]
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"No. I travel alone." [i] Lance says rather sourly.[/i]
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[i]"You wish you did?"[/i] [b]Masq throws him a sideways glance before throwing his hood back over his head and setting his stone covering on his face once more.[/b]
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"Solitude gets a tad lonely after a while, but there's no sense in endangering anyone who travels with me."
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[i]"I would be the same way... But that man insists on following me. Comme un chiot perdu."[/i] [b]He shakes his head in frustration.[/b] [i]"So what's endangering you?"[/i]
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"Nothing at the moment. But with my luck, something will eventually." [i] Lance says with a wry smile.[/i]
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[i]"Well, something vile is afoot in this place. Now it's just a matter of time."[/i] [b]The sound of heavy boots approaches once more, this time taking seat next to Masq. Though he doesn't seem to say much, and Masq keeps his attention on Lance.[/b] [i]"You have any ideas yet?"[/i]
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"Well first I'm going to start with the 17 foot tall Chaos demon who tried to eat my soul." [i] Lance says with an eye roll.[/i]
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[i]"Ahh... That seems like an interesting start."[/i] [b]Masq looks around the bar, eyeing people warily.[/b]
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"And you?" [i] Lance raises his eyebrows.[/i]
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[i]"Not really, but I can see in the way some of these men move that we are being watched by undercover guards. Speaking of which..."[/i] [b]Masq turns to his companion, his eyes turning back to their light blue.[/b] [i]"What did you do with the man?"[/i] [i]"Threw him down a garbage chute."[/i] [i]"Is it safe?"[/i] [i]"If it isn't, he won't notice."[/i] [b]The tall man seems to remain focused on the light fixtures above them. Masq snorts in annoyance and motions to Ronin.[/b] [i]"I've seen little resistance here. I think some of us came by choice."[/i]
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"And some of us didn't. I do know that a lot of these guys here are forces of Chaos, and some are Primarchs."
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[i]"I belong to neither. Nor will I ever belong to any army of any kind, but I have certainly noticed the increase in opposed factions."[/i] [b]He sits up, turning his attention to the likes of alcohol.[/b] [i]"I can't trust if those were spiked or not... I may regret my choice."[/i]
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[i] Lance shrugs.[/i] "We'll see."
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[i]"No... We won't... I'm going to the restroom. I'm going to make a slight correction to my stomach. I'll shall return shortly."[/i] [b]Masq gets up and hurriedly retreats to the restroom. Lance, notices the other man's yellow eyes stare right at him, curious and wise. He gives a curt nod, his voice coming out calm and almost happy.[/b] [i]"Lance May... Correct?"[/i]
