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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Sept 27, 2009 3:25:42 GMT -5
Allastor continued to grumble loudly as he drug his luggage through the crowded air terminal. "Still can't believe I'm being sent out like this...to America of all places..." He tried his best to get a good drag from his cancer stick, but to no avail. "I better get to kill something while I'm here..." He glanced back towards his companion Pip. "Hurry up mon ami! We are gonna be late!!!"
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Post by Pip on Sept 28, 2009 23:13:08 GMT -5
"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah, don't have you're panties in a bunch" Pip said with a grumble. The mercenary always was a timely man. So Sir Integral handing him a manila envelope via Walter about last minute arrangements to America warranted a sour mood. Hoisting his duffel bag over one shoulder he turned to Allastor and asked "So where exactly are we going? "
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 8, 2009 20:42:34 GMT -5
He glanced over his shoulder towards his grumpy traveling companion. "Oh cheer up, mon a mi! We are going to Louisiana. To Mardi Gras! Women, Booz and partying awaits us!!!" He grinned brightly as he kept rushing ahead. "That is, ofcourse, After we are done with our mission."
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Post by Pip on Oct 8, 2009 22:15:49 GMT -5
"Oh course there is a catch!" he shouted as he threw his arms exasperatedly in the air, being careful not to let the duffel bag slide off his shoulders. Making a sour face he grumbled underneath his breath, "Booze and partying ... oui ... women ... non"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 9, 2009 18:03:49 GMT -5
Grins back at his partner, after loading his luggage. "You could at least be happy that you are traveling with me, and we get to hang out." He started to board the plane. "I think this will be good for us. Y'know. To get out of that misty dreery London." He took his seat in private section reserved for him and Pip. With a wide smirk he glanced to Pip. "After all...London sucks."
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Post by Pip on Oct 10, 2009 20:17:53 GMT -5
Pip nodded in Allastor's direction while breaking out into a subtle smirk. "Couldn't agree with you more ... bad food ... bad atmosphere ... even worse choice of women ... I'm glad our current mission got us ze hell out of there!"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 10, 2009 20:48:49 GMT -5
His smirk never falters as he gives his comrade a thumbs up. "Damn straight. America...HERE WE COME!" He slowly gazed out the window. "Time to investigate this damn virus deal..."
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