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prismatica2020-03-06 07:51 pm
anotheroldfashioned) wrote in prismatica2020-03-06 07:51 pm
02 | Video | For Those Who Think Sanguis
[Don is newly not furry but he's also looking annoyed and angry. His normally pristine features are grim. He's human - back to his handsome self but his hair hangs over his features and he's aggressively smoking a cigarette.]
So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.
For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.
[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]
And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.
[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]
So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.
For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.
[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]
And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.
[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]
text | j.valentine
Come on. I'll let you hold my hand for a bit. ;)
Re: text | j.valentine
I mean as it is, I wanted to talk to you about your classes. I'd like to sign up when I'm back on my feet.
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Take your time. Better to do physical activity when you're ready.
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There's a great little bar down the street from my apartment? It's called [Insert name of random establishment].
Drinks are on me.
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I'm pretty hard to avoid. 5'5" and with hips, thighs, and legs that kill. Brunette in a ponytail. I'll see you soon. :)
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[So charming. So potentially offensive.]
A...an important one. I'll be there.
[And he is - looking like death warmed over in a shirt with the sleeves rolled way up. Waving, he weakly raises his drink and takes her in. Hips, thighs, and legs? She wasn't bluffing.
He might stare a little too long before jerking his head up and nodding - offering her a cigarette without a word.]
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[ Jill is there as promised, not sipping a drink as tempting as it is. She just barely makes it to 5'5", but her body is well-honed and taken care of; it's clear she trains on the regular. The Sanguis moon wasn't great for her, but she used it to take out her frustrations -- fighting, as per usual. She wears a slightly loose grey t-shirt and a pair of thick compression leggings, but manages to pull it off without looking like a soccer mom.
She swerves on the stool when she catches the man from the network, getting to her feet to offer a hand to be shaken. ]
Jill Valentine. Don, right?
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Don Draper.
Should I be happy to meet you or grateful? I'm leaning towards both Miss Valentine.
[You know, because he is nothing but not polite.]
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I guess it depends on how things go. [ She assumes he wants to learn to fight for a reason and she's a pretty damned good teacher, all things considered. ] Just "Jill," please.
[ She gestures to the seat beside where she'd only recently been sitting, but she doesn't wait for him to sit before doing so herself. ]
So, do you want to get down to business or just chat and drink for a bit? I'm up for either.
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[He pauses, doing his best not to think about how she looks. How good she looks.]
It's important to know about your students you know?
[He moves to sit, waving over the waiter.] What're you drinking?
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[ She glances side-long, her smile warm and friendly. He's not a bad-looking guy, but he could use some muscle on him. Then again, her view of "muscular" might be a little skewed comparatively to others. ]
I'm no school teacher. [ She'd be horrible at that. ] I'm a bourbon gal.
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[He'll drink anything but that's beside the point. Gesturing to the bartender he orders two bourbons and settles across from her.]
So.
You teach.
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[ Jill likes a good beer, though. But right now she could handle something a little harder to loosen up. ]
Here? Yes. I'm a spec ops agent with an NGO I helped to form back home. Minimal teaching, even to rookies. Mostly off with a partner, investigating and preventing outbreaks and chasing down the culprits. And fighting.
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[Don's from a time when people died of things like the flu regularly. When dying in childbirth was common. He looks nonplussed before shaking his head.]
Nurses in combat huh?
[He doesn't believe that. And it may show. Just a little bit.]
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[ She gives him a look, glass nearly to her lips while she hovers and tries to come up with something in response. Should she be offended? Maybe. ]
I'm a special operations agent, not a nurse. I can perform first aid measures, but I don't have a medical degree. My background is combat and explosives, primarily.
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[He blinks in shock before he holds up a hand.] I was uh- I was Army engineering corps in Korea. The explosive guys were something else.
[Hopefully being a soldier 'In Korea' might give away his age, and his backwards attitude on some things.]
...Right. After turning into a fish I'm interested in learning basic self defense. What do I pay you?
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[ She knew he was from the past, but she figured they're around the same age. Jill's thirty-five and puts him at about her age up to maybe forty, forty-five. It's still a breather to meet people in her age bracket. ]
Oh, well. [ She holds out her hand like she means to shake his again. ] Demi-chroma, tailored to what you can afford. Don't like to charge too much. And we'll both make Chroma from any physical contact we might share -- bonus.
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He smiles knowingly.]
...I'm open to that too. I've been trying to get my own business off the ground. It's frustrating...most of this place operates by word of mouth.
So how long's your course?
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Yeah, it's not ideal despite all the technology for starting over, is it? [ She withdraws her hand, settling it on her bourbon glass. ] Time, though? Whenever you feel like dropping. I'll always have something to teach and pass on and going from zero to something more does take time. I try to immediately offer solutions, though, from whatever fitness, strength, and knowledge level you might have. Don't want to prevent you from defending yourself, yeah?
[ She shrugs a little, goes in for her drink. The pull is long and thoughtful, accompanied by a hum when she finally sets the glass down again. ]
It took me years to be prepared for STARS, years more to be where I'm at. So I don't make promises, but I'm willing to work with you for results as long as you are. No pay-wall where you have to wait, it's up to how you work and manage, if that makes sense?
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[Don nods mutely and he smirks, sipping at his alcohol.] I'm familiar. I prefer it that way.
[His brow furrows and he nods] What kind of equipment do you use? The last time I trained with a gun it was an M1 Garand.
[He is. Technically old.]