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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 21:31:47 GMT -5
"I suppose so." It appeared he was telling the truth, at least to the extent that her touch-related powers wouldn't harm him. The other was a different matter entirely. "I...will have to talk to someone...and think about this."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 21:36:25 GMT -5
::Odin nodded, as though making an agreement. If the Magnusson was as willful as his father, he'd want to be consulted. And again, it wasn't a decision to be made rashly, just as Odin, himself, didn't make the offer usually.:: "Of course. I'll give you my card, so you can call when you reach a decision."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 21:39:13 GMT -5
She nodded, pulling her glove back on. "As it stands, I don't think I asked your name at all." Her voice was less guarded, now that her personal space was back intact, and it appeared she couldn't harm him inadvertently anyways.
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 21:49:06 GMT -5
"I'm Odin," ::He said, reaching into his trousers for his business card case. Pulling it out, he flipped it open; it was metal, but nothing flashy. He removed a card; they had been changed since coming back to Manhattan. He'd needed to take out a P.O. Box here, rather than back in Chicago, particularly since he had yet to find proper lodging. And he'd simplified, while waiting to hear back from Brady's magazine; if he didn't get the offer, he could switch back easily enough.
Odin
P.O. Box 411
New York, New York, 10049
312-368-4527
Have Talent, Will Travel
Card between two fingers, he held it out to her.:: "And what do I call you?"
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 21:54:05 GMT -5
She took it with her customary care, despite Odin's earlier demonstration- it was habit, by now. Her eyebrow rose for a moment at the "Have Talent, Will Travel" but she said nothing about it, sticking the card into a coat pocket. He was some sort of freelancer, apparently, though that could mean he did any number of things. Either way, it wasn't her business. "Typhoid. My name is Typhoid."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 21:56:27 GMT -5
::Odin could easily see why she'd chosen such a name for herself, and he nodded, as though in approval of the selection.:: "I can be reached through that number day or night, Typhoid."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 21:59:53 GMT -5
"I will give you a call, no matter what I decide." He at least deserved a phone call, for making the offer in the first place.
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 22:02:36 GMT -5
::Odin nodded at the courtesy; it was proper business procedure, even if this side of his work didn't follow formal rules.:: "At your leisure."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 22:07:58 GMT -5
She inclined her head, setting a few bills on the bar to pay for her drink, plus a light tip. The bartender came to retrieve them and her glass. "I should be heading back."
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 22:11:47 GMT -5
::Odin inclined his head as well. The crowd around them had thinned; it was the twilight hour, between the evening crowd and the late crowd.:: "It was good to meet you, Typhoid."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 25, 2008 22:14:27 GMT -5
"And you." She gave him a brief, pleasant smile before getting up and walking out, heading back to the car, a mixture of elation and trepidation twisting in her chest.
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Post by Odin on Mar 25, 2008 22:22:35 GMT -5
::After she left, Odin turned back towards the bar. He'd finished his rum and coke, and contemplated taking one for the road. Idly, he wondered when she'd reach her decision, and when and if he heard from her again, what she'd choose.::
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