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Oh... well then.
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Jean: Yeah... That's... not natural to hear over a recording. *He shivers.*
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OOC: I could tell. She isn't that sneaky. Tara C: Well... *She notices the position she and her sister are in.* Tara C: Weren't we doing something?
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What was his behavior to you? *Looks at her.*
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Voice: Agent specified. She is not receiving messages right now. Listed reason as*In Lissan's voice* 'Currently indisposed due to emotional situations. *Moan.*'. *Back in the Voice.* May I take a message?
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Tara C: I can't take Mara's name! That's... that's improper! It's wrong! Julian: I'm sorry... *He looks down.* Tara C: It's okay Julian... *She sighs, not paying attention to Tara.*
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*Smiles at his wife, and the Ambassador.*
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Voice: Specify. There are... two hundred and forty seven Agents with the name Lissan, of some variations, in the database.
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*Tara C let's go as well, surprised.* Tara C: What?! Julian, embarrassed: Well... she needs a name soo.. I couldn't just call her Tara! She might've thought I was cheering you! I mean, you might've thought I was cheering you on? I'm confused! *He shakes his head.*
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Voice: Kayla Hidari, Pilot.... authorized. Molecular Dissassembly terminated. What was your request?
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*Tara C goes down, due to her not having the same muscle strength as Tara. Julian cries out.* Julian: Oh no! Come on, you gots her Mara!
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OOC: hmm, nice name. Voice: Sara Jordan, Handler. Terminated by the Operator Protection System, reason: Security Risk. You have five seconds for a legitimate Identity before you are molecularly disassembled. OOC: The pilots...
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Tara C: Well, I might be all sugar and hugs, but at least I don't stink like a targ. *She smiles at her sister, then tries a leg sweep.*
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Take care, friend. *Nods, then looks at his wife.* I'll buy you another sandwich if you want, Or all the of the ice cream you want.
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Voice: Identify yourself, or risk immediate molecular disassembly.
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*Tara C blocks it, and wraps her arm around it, trapping Tara's arm. She then sends her other fist into Tara's face.* Tara C: Look whose talking.
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OOC: Rissa?
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Tara C: I don't like trash talk... seems a little stupid. *She blocks Tara's kick absently, then throws a punch and kick of her own.*
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Jean: A tiny bit. *He motions with his fingers.*
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*Looks at his wife, then at the sandwich, and sets it down. Gulps.* Oh dear.
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Well... damn. That sounds cool, can I meet him?
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Tara C: Don't remind me. That hurt... *She shivers, then throws two lefts and right at Tara's guard.*
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Jean: Well... that was fun. *He smiles at his girlfriend.*
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Good, keep it that way, please. *Looks up from his wife's sandwich.*
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Tara C: I really don't want to... *She assumes the stance anyway, and starts circling.*
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*He looks at the cameras.* Jean: I don't think she is... *A red ticker comes on a screen.* Computer: T minus 60, 59, 58. Jean: Run?
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Jean: Maybe she means main HQ?
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*She ducks under the puch and hides her neck.*
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Handler: She's... she's... at the HQ! *She says it quickly, before she suddenty passes out. And blood runs down her nose.*
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Handler: Oh no! How am I gonna suck your boyfriend's d*ck after that!? *She laughs.* Jean: Oh, I'm done... *He punches her in the face.*