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Post by citizenmike on Jan 28, 2010 23:25:17 GMT -5
1999...
By the clock on Kurt's car, it was nine fifteen in the morning. Kurt logged it into his notebook as his official arrival time in Andreas de Mesa.
The place was one of those small towns you'd see every once in awhile on a show like Antique Roadshow. Small town, nothing fancy, a lot of sand and a lot of old things.
Kurt pulled into the local community college, hoping he had gotten his facts checked out. They cleared out as a far as he knew, but he has been fooled before. And usually that came at the price of killing someone.
God, he hated that.
Kurt walked in and searched for her classroom. 201, History and Archeology.
Kurt waited in the hall for her class to finish. God, he hoped this was right.
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Post by Analora on Jan 28, 2010 23:35:20 GMT -5
"and that is the difference between modern firearms and fire arms from say, 1680" Ana told her class, finishing the slides. "OK, so I need your papers on my desk, and don't forget, next week we're going to the museum in Phoenix, so please get me your permission slips" she said as her students filed passed her, dropping papers onto her large desk.
With the students gone, she began to clean up her visual aids. It had been a special occasion that day. She had finally got permission from the history department to bring in several examples of the weaponry she had gathered over the years, and had brought it in to show her class. She missed carrying her weapons with her and she longed for the good old days where someone could walk around with a sword at their hip and a pistol in their jacket.
A sigh escaped the woman's lips. She was new to this part of the country and she was still getting used to Arizona's heat. At least the school had a decent air conditioner. Technically speaking the community college was pretty damn awesome. Her class room was huge, set up with auditorium seating with plenty of space for various books and artifacts that she enjoyed keeping in the class room.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 28, 2010 23:37:59 GMT -5
Kurt watched as the students poured out of the classroom. Veering inside, Kurt saw her. She looked the same as the photo he had of her from the forties. She was the real thing.
Knocking on the door, Kurt said, "Hi, do you have a moment?".
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Post by Analora on Jan 28, 2010 23:42:06 GMT -5
Ana had been sheathing a sword when she heard a knock on her door. She turned and looked at the man in the doorway. "I have a few moments, come on in" she said softly, sliding the blade into it's sheath with a clack. "what can I do for you?" she asked, sticking an unloaded flintlock into her large backpack.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 28, 2010 23:48:07 GMT -5
Kurt couldn't believe it. She carried weapons on her backpack. He figured he wasn't going to kill her, but now, he wasn't sure if she was going to kill him.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Grippe.", Kurt said as he extended his hand to her. "And I was wondering if you could help me out with a few things? Just recently, I came into contact with these relics, known as objects, they look normal but they have this power that's completely out of this world. From who I've spoken to I've been told that you're among the few experts, and I was wondering if you could help me out.".
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Post by Analora on Jan 29, 2010 0:12:26 GMT -5
"nice to meet you" Ana took the man's hand and shook it gently, but slowly her pleasant smile faded. A flash of suspicion flashed in her eyes as she studied the man. He knew about the items....was he a carrier or a collector?.... the nagging feeling in her gut told her that he was a collector and this made him dangerous. 30 years back she had been cornered by a collector that had nearly killed her, since then she had been careful about who knew about her trinket and who she could trust.
"I have no idea what you are talking about" Ana said softly, trying to brush it off. "Perhaps you should talk to the head of the history department, I'm sure he could help you more than I could" Ana said slowly, making mental notes as to where she had stuck her loaded pistol, just in case things got...out of hand.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 30, 2010 11:41:55 GMT -5
"I don't think he can help me.", Kurt replied. "I think the only person who can is you.". Kurt approached her and handed her an old black and white photograph. "This is a photo I found taken during the thirties, that's you isn't it? Look, I'll tell you now that I didn't come looking for trouble, I came looking for help, for guidance.".
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Post by Analora on Jan 30, 2010 12:14:31 GMT -5
Ana took the phoitograph. an angered look crossed her face for a moment. "Sir, I hardly enjoy people doing research on me life, Savvy?" she asked, her voice slipping into an old english pirate tongue. "Now I suggest ye turn around and leave, and pray that I never catch ye around here again" she growled.
She zipped up her backpack and began to walk towards the door of her class.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 31, 2010 13:03:24 GMT -5
"Look, I didn't come here looking for trouble.", Kurt said, keeping himself where he was. "I came here looking for help, for guidance. I've got this thing, I know how to use it... I figured that much out, but I don't know what it is for jack shit. I'm willing to pay here.".
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Post by Analora on Jan 31, 2010 13:10:27 GMT -5
Ana turned quickly, drawing the sword that stuck out of her bag. She drew the sword so quickly, the steel appeared to be a streak of silver light. Ana glared at Kurt, her blade a mere inch from his throat. "I think ye misunderstood me. I will not be telling ye anything. Not even if ye paid me a kings ransom. Now get yer sorry arse out of my class room before I strike yer head from yer shoulders, savvy?" she asked.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 31, 2010 13:12:49 GMT -5
Kurt withdrew his gun from his jacket and aimed it at Analora, asking, "Do you really want to go on living your life while everyone around you dies?".
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Post by Analora on Jan 31, 2010 13:16:55 GMT -5
Ana sneered. "I have gone this long watching them die. I reckon I can last a wee bit longer" she growled. Quickly Ana lunged forward, trying to slash at Kurt's arm and make him drop his gun. She spun quickly grabbing a flintlock from her coat pocket and aimed it at Kurt. "I may have only one shot in this 'ere pistol, but a lead ball hurts far worse than yer pansy-arse bullets" she growled.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 31, 2010 13:23:20 GMT -5
Kurt dropped his gun, but acting quickly, Kurt rolled over and withdrew two more guns from his jacket and aimed them at Analora. "Isn't it already clear that I already know who you are and that I didn't come looking for trouble?".
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Post by Analora on Jan 31, 2010 13:26:31 GMT -5
"Aye, but it's trouble ye've found boy-o" she snarled. "And I may be having to kill ye for knowing who I am. Can't have ye blabbing about me, now can I?" she asked, leveling her pistol and aiming between Kurt's eyes.
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Post by citizenmike on Jan 31, 2010 13:29:09 GMT -5
"Who would I blab to?", Kurt replied, still holding up his gun. "Even if I did, who the hell would believe me. I came here, hoping, we could work something out. I'm being pretty cool here, and I could have shot you by now if I wanted to, but I don't. I'm asking you to give this a chance.".
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