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Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-13-2011
"Sounds like the typical story of a mercenary. Especially when it comes to the Outcasts and the Corsairs, they like to get really pissed off over the smallest things you know?" She took another sip of beer.
"As for my two weeks in space... well that went down in the Omicrons. Blue squids flew out of bloody nowhere and blasted me before I could even fully understand what the hell was going on. Spent two weeks floating around before someone finally came along and picked me and what was left of my ship up." She chuckled.
"And don't even get me started on the repair costs. There's a reason why I'm broke all the time."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-14-2011
Reggie laughed at her statement about how the two large syndicates both had short tempers, and nodded as she went along, "Righ', yeah, yeah. . ." He laughed when she began to, as if he didn't quite know it was funny until she began chuckling, but grew quiet when she continued, not wanting to quite overpower her. He nodded once more, speaking as soon as he could, "Well, y'see, I used ta' have tha' problem too, 'cept y'see, th' second best thin' 'bout th' Corsairs is tha' they'd jus' give'ya a new ship if y'lost one. They jus' tear it outta' some new cats hands, figure it's better in mine. Th' first best thin' 'bout th' Corsairs, though, has t'be ther' women, whi'got me in trouble with 'em in the first place. So, I wasn't too keen on th' whole 'diplomatic marriage' thin', an' this chick was diggin' me real bad, so we go at it a bit-- an' I mean 'a bit', y'know? Sheesh, Corsair women, y'know, don' even get me started-- deal was, she was supposed'ta marry some hot shot an' he didn' like me likin' her, y'know? So, I got chased th' heck outta there, an' layed low with th' Junkers. . ." He spat into his cup again, and stroked back a few rogue hairs that dangled infront of his forehead. "So, I reckon to better th' problem y'have, maybe checkin' in with some factions'll help you out? 'Salways nice to 'ave someone cover yer' back."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-14-2011
Emma shrugged.
"I don't have time to fulfill the various agendas of a faction. To busy hunting for different people all over the place. Besides, I thought you said you were a mercenary?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-14-2011
Reggie winced when she shrugged, but didn't say anything about it. He gave her a funny face when she questioned his line of work, "Lass, I'm a mercenary; Corsairs paid me t'blast. Not much, but I also gaw' th' fortunes'uh war, so it evened out. I'm not tan enough t'be a real Corsair, haha!" He laughed on for a moment, "If'n yer' huntin' fer' different people, don't that mean yer' a Bounty Hunter 'er somethin'? An' also, who said anythi' about 'fufillin' agendas'? They pay y'to help them take on a run, y' help 'em take on a run, y'get paid. Thas' all thers' too it, no fancy political life t'get wrapped into 'er anythin' like tha', jus' bein' payed t'shoot."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-14-2011
Emma took another sip of beer.
"I'm not a bounty hunter because since I've come out here I've only ever been looking for two people. I found one of them and now the other's managed to vanish into thin air."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-14-2011
Reggie nodded, "Well, either way, if yer' makin' a livin' huntin' bounties, yer' a bounty hunter. Doesn't mean yer' with the guild, 'er anythin', jus' that it's a livin'. If'n I were you, I'd claim th' vanishing ones bounty while he's still gone, 'less they want his head, 'er somethin'. Anyway, tell me 'bout yer'self, girly, you ever do anythin' adventurous, or run into a bit'uh bad luck? I feel bad runnin' my mouth without lettin' you tell a few of yer' own." He spat into the cup, that was still held in his hand.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-14-2011
"I wasn't out for the bounties," Emma replied with a sigh. "They're just people I have to find. Not everything is about money you know..." She sighed and took a long drink of beer.
"I wish I could say my life was smiles, sunshine, and boredom but it really isn't." She looked forlorn and sighed. "This is my adventure," she replied finally. "As for bad luck, I've had plenty of it... other than that I look back on my life and I see lots of mistakes and regrets..."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-15-2011
Reggie raised his eyebrows and let go of his cup, sliding it away a bit. He gave her a goofy face, and an annoying sheepish smile, "Now, don't be like tha', girly. Y'think my life was all fine an' dandy? Well, I'll tell ye', all th' highlights in my life dealt with love 'er death, an' whenever I thought I was gettin' anywhere with love, death an' hatred ripped it from my sorry 'ands. Now, if'n you ask me, if I 'ad a second chance, wouldn't I not do it all again? 'Course I would; those thin's sting like no other, trus' me, but lemme tell you now girl, y'll only be happy when y'think those mistakes y'made make y'who y'are, an' don't regret a thin' 'cuz if it never 'appened, you wouldn' be who y'are right now. Y'know what I'm sayin'? So, how about you tell me a good, juicy story, huh? I'm hungerin' to hear another voice that ain't my own, haha!" He laughed for a moment, but quieted up for the young lady.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Pyromaniac - 06-15-2011
Emma smiled but there was no warmth or humour behind it.
"Well you see that's where you and me ar different mate." She replied sitting down. She took a moment to light a cigarette and take a long drag before continuing. "I'm not happy, I haven't been happy in months, and I don't like who I am." She exhaled the smoke watching the cloud drift lazily towards the ceiling.
"And I don't like talking about myself much..." She added. "But I do like listening, so how 'bout it love? Give us another story?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Marrone - 06-15-2011
Reggie rolled his eyes, looked away and turned his cup upside down; his saliva that was once transported there through spitting drooled onto the bar. "Righ', righ', don' lis'sen to hard now, jus' do yer' own thin'. . .Reckon it's better t'learn th' hard way, anyhow. Guess tha'd make you have more in common wi' me when I was 'bout yer' age." He stretched his arms out for a moment before turning the cup back around and giving the bartender a look and gesture to refill his cup. He watched her look at the smoke, but he didn't bother gazing with her. When she claimed she didn't like talking about herself much, he rolled his eyes once more, but less so, especially when she mentioned the pet name "love", even if it was more of a pronoun. He looked around, and realized no one else was really talking; had he really been talking so loud? It bothered him, but he remained relatively focused, remembering that a young lady just called him something nice.
He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck while his cup was filled with the worst ale the bar had to offer, "Well, if ye' say so, girly, I 'pose it can't hurt. Depends on which one y'wanna hear. . .Maybe from when I was an Outcast, 'er a Corsair, maybe afterwards when I 'came a Junker or, maybe a bit more recently, when I got t'work fer' the Zoners? I've been all over, an' tried all ther' women-- If'n you were a man, I'd tell you Corsairs first, then Zoners, an' then it's a tough one 'tween the Junkers an' Outcasts, bu'thas' only if you count a Liberty Rogue as'n Outcast. Oh. . .Wait, ther' I gone done it! Welp, lemme just tell you a few thin's 'bout each 'sperience; when I was real young, I was over at Houston, an' I worked fer' the Liberty Rogues, righ'? An' then I started workin' my way to bein' an Outcast, an' as y'know, I didn't do too well ther'. Then I became a Corsair-- They accepted me after I gave 'em all th' routes th' Outcasts used, an' they liked how I was fine with shootin' anythin'. Bu', like I done tol' you, I slept with th' wrong ladyfriend an' got in a lotta' trouble, so I worked fer' the Junkers, an' then this whole ordeal happened an' I ended up pissin' them th' hell off, so I ran t'the Zoners. . .Well, wer' do y'want me to start, girly-pie?"