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[cu_chulainn]

--Shhh. Stay still. Let me put this down and stop wagging... [Lancer was knelt in front of two dogs, both trying to raise their front paws and push him away. He clucked his tongue, handling a mass of rope, pulling knots out of it and scowling irritably. One could see he was wearing a plain black suit and tie and after he finished with the rope, he pulled up a brown bag which emitted a few gentle clangs as if it were full of bottles of liquor.

Of course, that's what it was full of. Having already blown through quite a bit of his initial stipend, Lancer started tying the bottles of liquor to one of the wolves--to which the beast whimpered pleadingly. Lancer gave it an arch look as he continued tying the bottles to it, effectively making it a pack hound.

The second wolf took the procedure with a little more grace as Lancer removed packs of cigarettes from the bag as well, tying them to its upper body before opening a pack and lighting one for himself. When he was done, he picked up the mirror and slipped it under one of the ropes hugging the second wolf, not aware that it was on at all.]

Am I forgettin' anything? [Lancer stood up and scratched his throat with his fingertips, trying to remember.]

Comments

[cu_chulainn]

That depends on what you mean by 'brand'. [Dude comes from an artisan and small-trades culture.]

[deusexhormones]

I mean brand as in brand. There's more than one type, you know. Jeez, if you're buying packs shouldn't you be aware of that much?

[cu_chulainn]

'Type'? I dunno, I got these 'Red's... [He lifted up the pack for Haruki to see--it was a pack of Marlboros. Lancer assumed 'Marlboro' was the name of the guy who did the curing for the tobacco or something as most artisans put their own names on their products when they got a chance to.]

[deusexhormones]

Oh wow, they have Earth brands here.

[Lightly. Not that it mattered too much for him, but he was wondering about it.]

[cu_chulainn]

'Earth' brands. I wouldn't know, I saw a bunch of names and a lot of them were in languages I couldn't read. [Admittedly, he could only read Japanese, German, English and OLD CELTIC RUNES.]

[deusexhormones]

Yeah? [...Man it's so weird that there's language barriers here] I don't know too much about cigarettes either I guess.

[cu_chulainn]

Hey, neither do I. I'm sorta new to this convenience.

Seein' as I wasn't even really aware there was paper that could work for wrapping it. I've only ever seen it done with plain leaves.

[deusexhormones]

Oh, so you're ancient, basically. Cool.

[...must. Resist. Personal questions]

[cu_chulainn]

'Basically'...

You could say that. Though, even I'm not sure how far time goes back from when I was kickin'.

[deusexhormones]

Different calender year or something? Then again, you might not even be from Earth, so...

[cu_chulainn]

Three thousand years backwards from the television age, I'd say. Maybe more.

[deusexhormones]

Television age... I'm not sure if I should be insulted by that or not.

[cu_chulainn]

Just usin' it as a measurin' point.

That's where I was brought in, anyway.

[deusexhormones]

Yeah but that could be anywhere past like nineteen fifty. ...Though I guess in a matter of three thousand years a fifty to eight year margin of error's okay.

[cu_chulainn]

Yeah, it'd be no good to over think a slip I've made. Frankly, I don't see myself trying too hard to absolve it, y'know?

[deusexhormones]

Yeah, yeah. It's fine. [Waving a hand and then shrugging] Anyway welcome to Darstone.