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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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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.

[Quiet voice and hangs head, shielding brown eyes with hair.] And there's no way to stop them?

[He tilts his head, feeling a trace of guilt for scaring her, but justifies it with getting her in the know.]

No.

[Throws her hands up with an annoyed growl and mutters about Lupin.]

So what about this war thing? Any restrictions? No machine guns or airplanes or something?

[That amuses him a little.]

No, they gave us pretty much everything we asked for. I know for a fact one guy got an airplane an' I helped weld on some heavy artillery to an F-Zero machine before things went down.

[Now at this she looks impressed.]

Nice taste. [Smirks evilly for a moment before quickly toning it down from a cat who got the cream to just a little coy.] Well I think I know what to ask for then~

So that whole beef about the wings being our lifeline is true? [Warily touches her own with a small frown.]

[Oh yes, ego stroking is good. His crooked smile gets a little wider until she mentions the wing thing.]

Yeah, they are. Know that from experience.

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