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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 6:03 pm
Tag chuckled.
"Welcome to the city. How do you like your eggs?" He looked in on her as he asked and noticed her reading the werewolf lore book and grinned.
"'Know thine enemy', eh? Tryin' to learn somethin' 'bout who attacked last night, ya?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:57 pm
"I suppose, just curious... It's all just happening fast." She chuckled a bit even though it sounded flat. Rising up, she folded up the blanket she had, tossing it over on the couch as she flipped through the book, one hip pushed out to the side as most of her weight was on one leg.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:11 pm
The young man shrugged and returned to the kitchen.
"Might I suggest silver bullets for that pea-shooter of yours? If you need help aquiring them, I could help out." There was a chuckle. "I can get a bulk discount."
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 8:23 am
She gave him an odd look, raising a brow. "I suppose. Are they going to keep coming after me because of that one guy? Silver bullets... they've got to be expensive." The last part came out mumbled as she put the book back down on the table, curling up on the couch that Tag had slept on.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 10:32 am
Tag reappeared, leaning on the partition between the kitchen/dining area and the living room.
"Well, while it's not usual, my knowledge of the "newbies", as I call them, is a bit sketchy. They may or they may not. However, silver is good against other supernatural foes as well. And the rougher elements will take advantage of those unable to defend themselves." He strode into his room and the sounds of rummaging could be heard.
"That's a .45, right? A serious pistol and a good choice. Good amount of stopping power, even without silver." He came back out with what a small box, a couple of empty clips and what looked like a tool case. He sat on the other side of the couch, setting his cargo on the coffee table. Tag glanced at her.
"Where's that pea-shooter of yours?"
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