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Intro the First

Well now, this whole teleporting thing isn't too bad. If only they could control it they'd make a fortune. Well, not really since "they" apparently don't believe in money. I've never heard of such a thing. So backwards. The idea that "they" could be more enlightented beyond the needs of money is just plain ludicrous. Oh well! They don't know what they're missing.

I haven't gotten to explore all of this place yet, so anyone wind up somewhere interesting from this? Come on! Share the juicy details please!

Oh, right. I'm Fujiko Mine if I haven't met you yet. New Feather extraordinaire. And if anyone happens to know of a Lupin III, don't tell him I'm here.

[And anyone catching all this via audio (she's provided both options, feel free to ask her why) they can catch a few bars this being hummed in the background.]

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Nine months. An' I know better than to take a drink from a broad with daggers rigged in her walls.

[A light pout.] Now really! If I was going to poison you I could have just put it in the salve, and I wouldn't have take the trap off!

Besides I never use poisons, too many things that could go wrong. [Gets out a couple of beers anyway and nudges one towards him.] And much too many anti-poisons to keep track of.

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[But beer he can't say no to. But he grabs the opposite one from what she'd been offering him. He doesn't say anything about the poison, though. He's a ninja, of course he uses it. It's just not something you get all buddy-buddy about.

He cracks open his beer, still eyeing her suspiciously.]

So. Raph~ Raphael~~ [Purring the name with her voice.] Work out in the dojo often?

Are you a swordsman? [So hoping not.]

[Screw the traps, he's going to die right here, right now. He feels his face growing hot again, and he tightens his grip on his beer, still yet to take a drink.]

Yeah. I...no. Primary weapon's the sai. [Hence the ones tucked in his belt.]

That's unique. Did your father train you?

Yeah. All my life.

Sounds nice.

So is it a hobby or something else?

[He snorts]

Ain't a hobby, it's a necessity. Gotta know how to fight when everybody's tryin' to kill you.

[He raises the bottle to his lips, but only feigns a drink as he watches her expression. He still can't be too sure it's not poison.]

[Soft seductive smile.]

Well, I'm sure as you might guess from my apartment; I'm aware of how that is.

[He lowers the bottle again, frowning, not quiet glaring back at her.]

Why're you lookin' at me like that?

[He is genuinely confused by ALL of this shit.]

[Leans back with a slightly worried frown herself.]

Like what?

Nothin'. [He lifts the bottle to his mouth again and takes a real drink this time.] Should probably disable your traps 'til the experiment's over. 'Least the ones who could hurt people. Not everybody's lucky enough to have a shell.

What do you care about them for? You're the one who thinks they want to kill you.

[Sighs and gets up, collecting assorted bear traps for now and closing them up. She already disable the dagger trap, and she hasn't been there a month to start actually screwing with the architectural design... yet.]

[He watches her go about her business leaning on the kitchen doorway, nursing his beer.] Ain't nobody tryin' to kill me here. And we got kids here who ain't immune to these stupid experiments.

So you're just keeping in practice? Mah, all right all right, I'm undoing them, geez.

[He smiles a little sideways smile at her relenting.] Got no excuse to get sloppy. Glad for it, too. Shipped me out to the war couple months ago.

A war? Wait the war? Which war?

War the Mallies are fightin' with the Third Party. Avians. They go for the wings. [He gestures over his shoulder at his scarred and tattered wing. At this point, he just might be boasting a little. Maybe.]

Why? [Unconsciously reaches for the PPK holsters.]

Your guess is as good as mine. [He takes another drink, nonchalant.] They like usin' us to do their dirty work.

Other than the war and this whole teleporting mess; like what?

Ah, the teleporting's nothin' compared to half the shit-brained schemes they come up with for "experiments".

[Having been the victim of scientist experiments before, Fujiko's eyes take on a hard look and slightly more scared tone, leaning in towards Raph almost to hide behind him.]

Like... what? [And there's a definite unmistakable mixture of scared and bravado in her voice and face.]

Messin' with our heads, mostly. Or makin' people act stupid. My brother went schitzo after the last one. Thought he had another person livin' in his head.

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