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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 20:12:10 GMT -5
"I'm sure what you hear as a bartender is more interesting than anything I might have to say," ::Odin replied, his finger pausing on the rim.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 20:25:32 GMT -5
She gave a half smile. "Depends. Most of the time it's humans talking about their jobs, how much money they lost gambling, what their wives or husbands will say when they get home."
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 20:48:50 GMT -5
::Those were two facets of life more than Odin had for himself at the moment. At these times, he felt the wanderlust most keenly.:: "Nine mutants have moved from my neighborhood in the past two weeks."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 20:54:04 GMT -5
She leaned with her elbows on the bar. It didn't come as a surprise to her. "Kicked out or voluntary?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 21:01:41 GMT -5
"Voluntarily," ::Odin lived in far too open a neighborhood for them to have been evicted. That did not negate the effect.:: "Our numbers are thinning."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 21:06:23 GMT -5
"What gets me is...where's everyone going? Even Xavier's is a little sparse." She got up, found a cloth and wiped the counter down a little, even though it wasn't really necessary.
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 21:08:26 GMT -5
"In the best of circumstances, to somewhere safe, perhaps a commune," ::Odin spoke from pure speculation, as he had not investigated or traveled in over a year at this point.:: "In the worst...they may not make it."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 21:09:55 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose. "Make it?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 21:14:49 GMT -5
"If there is a commune, or if the masses get a bit too riled up," ::Odin thought back to the letter he had received.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 21:53:33 GMT -5
She knew that mutants fought on mutant terms, which tended to be more destructive then what everyone considered "normal."
"In that case, I hope they make it."
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Post by Odin on Apr 6, 2009 22:42:40 GMT -5
"So do I," ::Odin replied. He picked up his water glass and sipped it thoughtfully.:: "We know it is bad when the humans fear on our behalf."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 7, 2009 20:18:25 GMT -5
She scoffed a little at that. "Since when is that the case?"
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Post by Odin on Apr 7, 2009 20:23:11 GMT -5
::Odin's expression became momentarily more thoughtful, his gaze flickered to his glass, before returning to her features.:: "Some of them care; I'm not about to make a case for society at large."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 7, 2009 20:29:27 GMT -5
She held out her hands in a 'can't do much about it' gesture. "I've been around mostly mutants my whole life. Humans were the ones who called me names."
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Post by Odin on Apr 7, 2009 20:34:48 GMT -5
::Odin had never inquired about her family life growing up, nor would he now; the tattoo on her cheek conveyed everything he needed to know. A terrible situation, that.:: "They'll continue to do that. It's the minority that cares about a minority like we are."
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