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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:01:44 GMT
This man obviously misunderstood. "Well the crazy man behind us, or should I say my nemesis of sorts, would say the same about me. Except, I'm usually with him."
"I see. Is a cop trying to hire me here?" asked Tekk.
"No. I'd rather die than ask for your help, Tekk." Rimmer said. "I'd never hear the end of it. From you nor McGurney."
Rimmer goaded the mechanic down the street. "Can't you turn him in too some fluffy, flower-power environmental activist? He'd be able to apply his annoyance traits in the best possible manner."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:02:18 GMT
"I kill people for chrissakes. That's outta my field."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:03:46 GMT
"If I could do anything about it, it wouldn't BE your field."
The procession of three not-quite-friendly enemies walked their way down to the pub. Rimmer extended the door and waved Henri in. "It's cold, gentlemen. Warm lager is good this time round."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:04:24 GMT
"You're gonna get wasted," Tekk muttered.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:08:04 GMT
Rimmer stared lamently at his friend. "No," he persisted. "I'm inviting him in to drink with me. I do this with all my friends--"
Rimmer, you have no friends. He ignored the vicious mind of his.
And like clockwork, Rimmer immediately addressed Tekk with the cold truth. "That's why you never see this occur with you. You can't be a drinking buddy. EVER!
"And the correct term is hammered."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:11:11 GMT
"Whatever. I don't drink," Henri plaintively stated. Rimmer got the feeling that Henri didn't speak much.
"Close the damn door nimrod!" the Bartender yelled at him.
Rimmer shrank back like the door bit him.
"Nimrod yourself!" Tekk yelled back.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:13:29 GMT
Tekk defended Rimmer just then. It took a while to absorb.
Then... Big time scribbles.
They prattled on down the street. "I never liked that place anyhow," he lied. "So what's the occasion boys? I mean, Tekk's old news, but you're certainly a new--" He stopped himself. Rimmer never liked comments about his face, and neither did this guy he'd bet. "Never seen you here before." He told Henri.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:14:42 GMT
"Nope," Henri explained. "accidentally took a wrong turn coming back from The Refuge, found a window, and here I am."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:20:38 GMT
"Windows you say? Wow, would I like to do that with my life," he whimsically prayed. He may have found new possibilities. With knighthood. With work. And oddly... with Dalamar even.
Shit that stung bad when he admitted to forsakening her.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:21:38 GMT
"A portal," Tekk explained to both. He eyed Rimmer, knowing that something was going on in his head, but unsure of what.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:24:34 GMT
Rimmer smiled. Window was an easier term, but he thinks he understands. A window is a path to the outside, somewhere you want to be when the door of Time is locked. Obviously these windows were on a much grander scale...
Rimmer congratulated himself on understanding this difficult concept. "Are these things in many places? ...Just curious."
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:26:52 GMT
"They're pretty rare. Generally when someone screws up some sort of magic or technology in a huge way." Tekk informed Rimmer.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:28:09 GMT
Rimmer's expression visibly darkened.
His mind had shot down his plan like you would clay pigeons. Pull! *bang* Hehehe... Poor Rimmer. Can't escape his poor life.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:29:39 GMT
"I'm sure if you need one, it'll make itself known," Henri said reassuringly. "Hell, I was coming back from The Refuge when some other cops were getting set to make a raid."
"It would've looked bad if one of the Janguru officers was caught in a criminal's den, wouldn't it?" Tekk said brightly.
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Post by Rimmer on Dec 23, 2003 23:32:05 GMT
"I see." Rimmer was too busy plotting to be his doofusical self. "The library, gentlemen, the library. I must research this phenomena! I must! I..."
Rimmer had hope again--a sensation he'd long did without. He took off to the library, still looking rather goofy. He was prepared to spend the whole night through trying to develop his own baby passage to freedom!
Dal tried to help you in alchemy once. It was a nice lesson. This was from the days he explored other paths than... running, with the very interested and compassionate mage understudy, Dalamar. Rimmer completely forgot how terrible science was, and slowed up so the others could keep in step with him.
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