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<close up on Cobie's eyes is now so intense it make you a little nervous>
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Abin has never been the universe's deepest thinker but he is now in a Knerd State. "Yee Gods this is weird, ever since Hrun poured that coffee down my throat everything has been so... Clear.">
Is Cobie stiil here?
-------------------- Just an Old, Broke-Down, Drunk, Bum!!
With a Power Ring...
From: Westerly Rhode Island | Registered: Aug 2003
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<as the crowd turns to Gruertis, Cobalt lunges forward and magnetically holds down the hooded figure, and then in a flash so fast it reminds everyone who the greatest hero of the LMB is, he rips off the hood>
You.
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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<in a blink, everyone realizes some time has passed and the scene is no longer playing out before them; the stranger is gone and Cobie is sitting by the bar, overlooking the crowd and chatting with the Khundian Diplomat's daughter>
...what was that, doll? Sorry, I got distracted.
<grins>
(And I didn't want him revealing himself to everyone here yet).
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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Faraway Lad
Senator of the UP. Permanent Ambassador to the Court of Saint James
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As Cobalt looks lovingly into the young ladies eyes he fails to notice 20 Varangian guards filing silently into the bar. With the trained and deadly skill of elite troops they silently and unobtrusively take up position to guard all the exits.
“Listen Doll” Cobalt continues, “I got me a large suite upstairs with a Jacuzzi some sweet ass sweet sounds and a bottle or two of something special. How’s about us dropping all ...”
Before he could finish that sentence the glass his left hand was reaching for (his right hand being otherwise occupied gently caressing the nape of the Khundians neck) moved faraway. Tutting Cobalt reached for it again, only to find it faraway from his hand, yet again.
“That’s not right” he muttered
Slowly Cobalt became aware of the Varangians spread out across the room. Still smiling at the Khundian, Cobalts stance changed slightly. To the casual eye he remained relaxed, happy and smiling, but a trained observer would notice the steel in his eye, the tension in one leg, coiled ready to spring into action if need be.
“Relax Old Friend” said a voice behind him as a hand clasped his shoulder, firmly, gently but irresistibly pushing him back down onto his seat and locking him in place. “I’m afraid this one would not really be a good idea. Isn’t that right Commander?” said Faraway Lad looking straight into the Khundians eyes. Turning slightly he continued. “Cobalt Kid may I introduce you to Commander 3rd Level, Draxh’a of the Khundian secret service. She and her insertion cell of 12 have been working hard to infiltrate Legion World for the last 6 months. I guess she was hoping for a little ‘pillow talk’ indiscretion.
-------------------- Faithfull
From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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Faraway Lad
Senator of the UP. Permanent Ambassador to the Court of Saint James
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As the Varangians led Commander Draxh’a away Faraway Lad settled down next to Cobalt Kid. “Sorry Des” he said a broad smile across his face, “knowing you maybe I should have waited until morning to arrest her” “But” and here the smile faded “my sources in seven Embassy’s warned me to do this now, they said the Cell was connected with something even more dangerous than just this run of the mill Great Game stuff. I don’t know what it is yet but I did get a bit of paper with this on”
Faraway passed over a charred and burnt piece of paper, sticking to it were stands of thin brownish material. An unmistakable smell of tobacco reached Cobalt’s nostrils. On the paper was a message but only three remaining readable words.
...’Pagan’.......and then...’...e range...’ and then ‘death’
I think you need to call in a few favours from the office of security old chap and try to get to the bottom this
And as he turned to leave Faraway called back over his shoulder, “as opposed to trying to get into the bottoms of that Khundian, I mean” and with a laugh Far left.
-------------------- Faithfull
From: Newcastle upon Tyne England | Registered: Jul 2003
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That's the difference between us Darden; when I get information from a mark, I always sleep with her first.
<looks at the piece of paper>
More on this mystery...
Time to find out who exactly is trafficking cigarettes and other paraphernalia from the Dark Oval to Legion World, and whether this is some pusher trying to make a profit, or something more politically sinister.
<motions to his very capable staff that he is leaving for awhile and loosens his bow tie; he then exits to his private quarters upstairs>
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Cobie enters once more, months after the last posts, and the never-ending party seems to be going as hard as it ever did>
Scotch tonight Sascha,
<motions to bartender>
...I have some thinking to do. The information I've been waiting for from Faraway Lad should be coming shortly. I've been waiting months for it and I suspect it will confirm my suscispions.
Now, how in the world do I get in touch with Kent Shakespeare and the Buraeu of External Affairs?
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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quote:Originally posted by Cobalt Kid: <Cobie enters once more, months after the last posts, and the never-ending party seems to be going as hard as it ever did>
Scotch tonight Sascha,
<motions to bartender>
...I have some thinking to do. The information I've been waiting for from Faraway Lad should be coming shortly. I've been waiting months for it and I suspect it will confirm my suscispions.
Now, how in the world do I get in touch with Kent Shakespeare and the Buraeu of External Affairs?
I'd say messenger bird is your best bet in this day and age.
-------------------- And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift...
From: The Mansion | Registered: Mar 2004
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