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Ramon has commandeered a booth for this evening. By this, it's not meant that he's just sitting in a booth. It means that every available inch of table top and booth seat that he's not actually sitting on is covered with papers, pens, a laptop, a couple of large maps and several empty coffee cups. Oh, and a big sword.

Needless to say, he's busy. But interruptions will still be welcome because it's a good kind of busy. He's happy to be working again.

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If Gorlim was in the bar, he'd tag. Because even a grouchy, prickly, completely-lacking-in-sense-of-humor Ramon is worth annoying for the sake of persistence. However, Gorlim is NOT in the bar. Gorlim is in Haven playing housewife with Ramon's midget.

Therefor his narrative is tagging just to make the point that he'd better be damn happy about it!

As Ramon is in the bar but Gorlim is not, Ramon can't be snarky and mean to him. The Narrative woes. It would also like to point out that Ramon is rarely grateful or nice about anything and especially isn't likely to be so about Gorlim getting to spend time with Random when he can't.

And so, the Narrative flips the bird on his behalf.

That's all right, because Gorlim rarely expects Ramon to be nice about anything, especially when he has a reason to be smug at him. So Gorlim will likely be abused by Ramon, after spending however-the-hell-long being abused by bebbeh!Martin.

Gorlim can cope because his Narrative still wins with the icon.

Biznatch.

Ramon's Narrative is determined to find a Bird!Icon and then Gorlim's Narrative will be beaten into submission with a wet kipper. Or possibly a HUGE SPEAR!

It should also be pointed out that any gloating from the Gorlim about the time spent with Random will result in counter-gloating about how Ramon gets to spent large periods of time doing things with Random that Gorlim will never be able to, no matter how much he'd like to. Therefore, he wins.

Alternatively, he'll just try and kill him. It could really go either way.

Mary Anne's Narrative can't come to the thread right now, since she doesn't want to get into a knock-down, drag-out fight with Ramon's Narrative (yet).

Either way, she would like to respectfully remind all narratives involved that her name is Biznatch. Ramon is a Murdering Freak.

So there.

Ramon's Narrative would like to take this opportunity to nod in agreement and join forces with Biznatch's Narrative to take down Gorlim's Narrative which clearly doesn't know it's Biznatchs from its Freaks.

Education is obviously required, possibly with the assistance of visual aids.

Biznatch's Narrative is pleasantly surprised that Ramon's Narrative would have anything to do with her, but will gladly join in the take down, provided Gorlim's Narrative still has all its limbs at the end of the day. (She's rather fond of the little thing.)

As for visual aids, it's amazing what one remembers.

The Freak's Narrative is perfectly willing to work with Biznatch's Narrative on this venture, as it is not her that has beef with Mary Anne. That dubious honour is bestowed by the Freak himself whom his Narrative has woefully little control over, as should be painfully obvious.

The matter of limbs will have to remain unresolved at present as it may transpire that Gorlim's Narrative no longer wants to remain fully limbed at the end of it all.

Well, you never know your luck.

[Help help help! The Freak has kidnapped his Narrative and assumed its guise for purposes of nefarious subterfuge. He's going after Narratives of pups now and I can't get free mmph nnnf mmmphffph!!!!

*ominous muffled sounds and possible dragging*

Mmmnphf!]

The Biznatch's Narrative would like to point out that this may be a lovely excuse for the newly created 'ooc thread hijacking' tag.

She denies any and all responsibility for that...beautiful piece of work.

The Freak has removed his narratives gag long enough to say, 'Great idea!' before being clubbed into unconsciousness and dragged away to be hidden in a cupboard.

Don't cry for me Argentina. Or something.

The Biznatch slips a note to her Narrative that she always knew he was keeping hostages in cupboards/closets/whathaveyou.

Because clearly, what the narrative needs is Bad Spanish Music.

And possibly hookers.

The Freak turns to Glare!

'No more hookers!'

'...and there's nothing wrong with my taste in music, thank you very much.'

The Narrative rolls its eyes from its darkened closet.

The Narrative makes a note.

"No...more...hookers. Gotcha."

There is no comment on music taste.

The Biznatch is possibly trying to jimmy open the door of the Narrative's closet.

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"That is an impressive weapon." A tall, very blonde woman remarks from her own table, where she is currently sharpening a knife. Her own sword, along with a bow and arrows, lay on her table.

"Is it as imposing in battle as it would appear?"

He glances up from where he's typing, takes in the woman with a raised eyebrow, then looks to the sword.

'Yes.'

Well, it is. Or will be. There's a nod to her own sword.

'Is that?'

She nods, still concentrating on her knife.

"It serves its purpose."

'Which is?'

Even he would admit it's a stupid question. Weapons like that aren't for decoration.

"To kill those who resist, or who cannot be taken." She rests a hand on her bow. "This is my primary weapon."

Well, he can respect that. Of course, it throws up a couple of questions, the first being,

'Resist what?' He smirks. 'You?'

The Hunter tilts her head, confused. She doesn't understand the humour in the situation.

"Yes, and my Master."

Riiight. Ramon flips a cigarette into his mouth.

'Who's your master? Am I likely to know him? You don't look human really.'

"I am not of Men." She replies. A smile soon follows. "My Master is Melkor."

He doesn't really move, but a contemplative look takes over his features and he's quiet for a long moment, just studying her. Eventually he moves to tap the ash of the end of his smoke, and he remarks blandly,

'Melkor. Yeah, I know him.' Another pause. 'And what exactly is it you do for him?'

"I was created the Hunter, and that is what I do."

She has put her knife aside and watches him carefully now.

'Hunt what though? People? Souls? Or just whatever he feels like?'

He's netral on Melkor himself. Doesn't like him exactly but has no personal specific reason to hate him. He's not good at hating on behalf of others.