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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel limps into the bar, looking roughed-up. When he realizes he's at Milliways, he sighs and heads straight for the bar, requesting a bottle of Everclear and an ice pack. The ice pack goes into his lap the second he's sitting down. This cannot be a good sign.

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[i_vanquish_evil]

"I have a bit of experience with fouled-up plans."

He asks the bar for another glass of whatever it is he's been drinking for however long he's been sitting here.

"Right. So, I'm gonna skip the usual questions b/c if I have to ask them one more time, I think I might knock myself out. But, anyway - 1888 or 1889 or so. Rome. I kill things. Answer with your own if you choose."

Yeah - he's been sitting here a while.

[diehard_daniel]

"2004. Colorado. I try not to get killed by things." Daniel smirks. "It doesn't always work."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"You immortal?"

[diehard_daniel]

"Nope. The aliens I try not to get killed by have a thing that brings you back from the dead. And they like to use it a lot."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"I don't think I want to be part of a race of people that requires the use of such a device, honestly."




[ooc: and this is where mun bid all farewell, as it is time to sleep]