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Sarai: Stop being cocky. You don't even have a **** to justify the entire load of 'cocky' oozing out of your persona. *She gets into the ring.* Upstairs *Jean tries tocontact Clara on her comm.*
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*Jean is in the apartment, teaching the Mastiff to do things.* Jean: Okay... first we need to give you a name... hmm... *He taps his chin.* Downstairs *Sarai walks in and goes to the lockers.*
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Jean: Well... guess we're keepin' him. *He smiles as he walks closer and pets the mastiff, who has decided that Jean was okay.* Jean: Let's go to bed, Belle. You still have to get your TRIBBLE kicked tomorrow. *He walks over to the bed room.*
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*He shivers next to her, but licks her hand.* Jean: Well... that's nice. *He starts to walk over to pet it, but it cowers down and growls.*
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*The Mastiff growls at Kitty. Then runs over to Clara and hides behind her.* Jean: Well... looks like he likes you, Belle.
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*It shivers in the corner, then shakes and tries to dry off.* Jean: It's kinda cute... *He walks forward slowly, trying to get it to like him, but it growls.*
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*Jean gets up and moves towards the door, then has a bright idea and puts his pants back on.* Jean: I'll see what it is. *Just in case, he grabs a phaser, then opens the door. When he does so, the mastiff, which is really no more than a pup, runs in and hides in a corner of the room.* Jean: What?
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*The mastiff backs up to Clara and Jean's door now, and starts clawing at it.*
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OOC: Just wikied it. Nevermind, it's a Jackal Mastiff. You use it to track down Franklin Drake. It's cool. *It growls and backs up into the door more. It's obviously more scared of her than angry.*
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OOC: Know the summonable white thing you get on the penal colony? During the Klingon missions? It's early on, and I think they call it a 'targ' but it doesn't look like one at all. *It growls and turns toward her, showing that it looks like a dog but with a lot longer fangs and claws, and it's bigger than your typical…
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*It's some kind of animal, not really identifiable at this point, because it's soaking wet.* OOC: I don't know why I'm adding this.
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OOC Oh, ze little Spanish, eh? What ze veally von't expect is.... ZE GERMAN INQUIZITION! MWHAHAHA! *She finds something huddled next to her door.*
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OOC: Oh my oh my, the Catholics of the fifteenth century would be appalled by this pair. Sarai: Tomorrow, and we'll do it before you train with your cousin. Maybe she'll learn something. *She walks upstairs.*
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Sarai: Don't talk to me unless it's absolutely necessary. *She crosses her arms and stands resolute.* Sarai: And if I lose, I'll teach your cousin. Upstairs *Jean wraps his arms around her and kisses her for a good minute.* Jean: I'm not the one in a naughty mood tonight, am I? *He smiles at her.*
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Sarai: I like my version better. *She walks out in casual clothes and crosses her arms.* Upstairs Jean: Maybe later... *He smiles and finally finishes fixing her up.* Jean: But I'm starving, and you have to be as well, right?
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Sarai: I was thinking more along the lines of '100 credits and you never bother me again'. Upstairs Jean: Note to you, never do that again. Note to me, learn what a figure four is, because it sounds like it would be interesting in bed. *He smiles at her, joking.* Jean: Anyway, what do you want for dinner?
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Sarai: Explain. Upstairs Jean: Well, if you do get your TRIBBLE kicked, at least I get to help fix you up. *He grins childishly back her, finishing one leg and starting another.* Jean: Damn, she really did f*ck you up...
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Sarai: A black-ops team and Imperial Romulan torture devices. *She walks into the lockers.* Upstairs Jean: Belle, let me get that. *He carefully lifts her leg up for her, in a way so that she doesn't feel any pain. Then he takes the regenerator and starts working on her injuries.* Jean: And if this is happening everyday…
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*He smiles sadly and tilts his head.* Jean: Aw, poor Belle. Do you feel up to going out tonight? If not, I can just make us dinner and we can watch some movie or program or something. *He sits next to her on the sofa.* Downstairs Sarai: It to be actually funny.
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*Sarai kicks the bag hard, it nearly flying off the hook, then walks off.* Upstairs *Jean knocks on the door.*
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Jean: Yes sir. *He nods and smiles, then starts up to his apartment.* Downstairs Sarai: I'm chicken, apparently. *She keeps training.*
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Jean: Thanks Doug! Oh, and uh... sorry about the drug dealers. Here. *He tries to give Doug a roll of money.* Sarai: I see nothing of promise yet...
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OOC: What'ch you talkin' 'bout, Willis? Sarai: Nope. *She keeps training. After taking care of the gangs (which took a while), Jean walks into the bar, looking for Clara.* Jean: Hey Doug, you seen Clar?
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*Jean walks out of the casino a rich man. He decides to head into a jewelry store later with Clara and get her something nice.* Jean: Now then... where were those gangs I wanted to take out?
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*At the same time, Jean is playing poker in one of the many casinos in this town. And cheating.* Jean: Hit me. *He counts the cards of the dealer, has extras up his sleeves. And he knows how not to get caught.*
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*Jean, after taking a few gangs hideouts into a memory, is now walking around the city, getting the layout in his mind. At this point, less like a hero and more like a pickpocket looking for places to hide.* Jean: hmm... nice place there and there... ooh, I can take Clara there later for dinner! Speaking of dinner. *He…
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Jean: No promises. *He smiles as he walks out of the bar and onto the streets.*
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*Jean throws on his coat and leaves. He heads down stairs and nods at the guy at the bar.* Jean: Hey Doug.
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Jean: No promises! *He smiles as she shuts the door, then looks around the apartment.* Jean: Now... what will I do today?
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Jean: I'll be down there to pick you up later, 'kay? Then we can go somewhere. *He smiles at her mysteriously.*