Outside

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Edgar is outside using one of the trees as target practice for his kukri. He is calm and collected as he does his work but at the same time, it seems to come easily for him. He tosses one of the kukri into the air a moment before throwing it at the tree, with it lodging itself in the trunk. He goes to take the knife out of the tree and thinks for a moment. He leans against the trunk and sighs, looking at the bar.

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[hecu_marine]

"Huh," says the short-haired fellow in fatigues who'd been about to head off in the other direction. "Nice li'l pigsticker y'got yourself there."

Shephard is happier than it is possible for profanity to express that Halloween is over and he's back to his normal self.

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Edgar glances over and takes another off his belt, "More than one pigsticker, actually." He smirks, "I'm just glad to have a place t'practice 'round here."

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Shephard grunts. "Beats tryin' to rig up somethin' to practice with in the basement, that's for damn sure," he agrees. "'Course, it ain't like I ever done it more'n my DI made me. Looks like you take the throwin' a good deal more serious'n that."

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"DI?" He looks down at the tree behind him and at the knife marks. They all seem to be pretty close to the same spot. "I guess it's how I make my living. How I survive."

[hecu_marine]

"Drill Instructor Dwight T. Barnes, USMC," says Shephard. "Fucker reckoned we'd better be able to plug a man with whatever weapon came to hand, if'n the situation called for it. You some kind of ninja, or this a public performance kind of thing?"

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Edgar makes a face as if to say ah, and then says, "Perhaps a little bit of both? I work in a carnival..." He shrugs, "But I've been told I can certainly fight when it comes down to it."

[hecu_marine]

Shephard nods. "Makes sense," he says. Nothing wrong with knowing multiple uses of your tools, after all. Ask him about the pipe wrench, sometime.

"Name's Shephard. Ain't seen you 'round here before. You new?"

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"Yeah been 'round for a couple of weeks. Edgar." He puts both kukri into one hand and offers the empty one to Shephard. "Weird place. Still not exactly used to it."

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Shephard leans over and shakes the offered hand. "Too damn right it's weird," he says. "You here the past couple days? Halloween's a fuckin' freakshow. I spent two days lookin' like somethin' out of a shoot-em-up video game 'cause the Bar thought I needed a costume."

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Edgar laughs a bit, "Must have missed that one. Although If someone has pictures that would be interesting to see. Wait, Bar thought you needed a costume? I was told she was just voice activated?"

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"Don't know if it's Bar or if it's the fuckin' Landlord." Shephard shrugs. "All's I know is, I walked down the stairs, next thing I know I got me a whole new set of armor'n I'm fuckin' eight feet tall'n blue underneath. I ain't a, a, were-space-alien or nothin', so I reckon it was the Bar."

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Edgar hmms to himself, trying to take everything in. "Blue? You turned blue?"

[hecu_marine]

"'Mong other things, yup," says Shephard; the mandibles were particularly annoying. "Hell of a costume, I tell you what."

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"So where and when do you come from?" Edgar is becoming increasingly curious.

[hecu_marine]

"'Riginally? Rowlesburg, West by-God-smile-when-you-say-that Virginia, 2001," says Shephard. "Had a li'l bit of some kinda suspended animation bullshit involved in there somewheres, I lost 'bout twenty years 'n now I'm somewheres in what used t'be New York State, 2021 or so."