Dusting this asshole off.

[ex_wardog141]

Took you long enough.

It's been what? A year or two now? It's a wonder I haven't picked up any grey hairs.

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[didnazithatcoming]

Vell.


Zhis is an unpleasant zurprise. I had hoped you vere dead, Frenchman.

Also, icon keywords.

[ex_wardog141]

Funny , I seem to remember you being the one 'oo ended up dead last time we 'ad a little spat.

:( so cruel

[didnazithatcoming]

Zhat vas qvite literally years ago. Mercenaries do not have a very long shelf life.

It's k. He loves you Rip. In a foe-yay kinda way.

[ex_wardog141]

If we 'ad longevity, you think anyone would hire us?

Gross, Frenchman love.

[didnazithatcoming]

No profit in repeat customers, you mean?

god, fine.

[ex_wardog141]

Loads of it! Seems people get tired of paying us when things go pear-shaped, though.

[didnazithatcoming]

Und allow me to guess; none of zhat is your responsibility.

[ex_wardog141]

Hey, sometimes things go bad, no matter 'ow much money or mercenaries you throw at the problem.

[didnazithatcoming]

Is it too much to hope for zhat you vill find zome hole-in-zer-vall game to fall und die inside?

[thehellsing]

Hmph. You might try displaying some gratitude for being taken out of retirement at all, Captain Bernadotte.

[ex_wardog141]

Eh, war-dogs like me don't live long enough retire. Or at least we shouldn't.

[thehellsing]

Eager to step back into the fray, as always. Yet, the rules of engagement differ quite a bit on this battlefield, Captain. What business is there for a mercenary in a world where death is seldom a permanent feature?

[ex_wardog141]

What 'appens when you need someone killed more then once?

[thehellsing]

I suppose in the end, it varies little from destroying the undead.

[ex_wardog141]

As long as there are people, someone is going to want protection. Or someone else dead! I don't ask questions, I just take the money and get the job done.

Which is why you hired the boys and I, of course.

[thehellsing]

It was not merely a question of discretion that directed our hand in selecting the Wild Geese. [ she'll let that lie there cryptically as she deftly changes the direction of conversation ]

Seras spoke of your final stand against Millennium forces in rather glowing terms. Most mercenaries would have turned tail far before the situation escalated to such a degree.

[ex_wardog141]

If we ran out on every contract that turned bad, we'd never see another payday.

Besides, that what we get paid for - to die in the mud and the blood, to curse and kill and go down like dogs. Comes with the job description.

[silent_hound]

[He's a little confused. He could have sworn you were part of Seras, now.]

[ex_wardog141]

[Oh, it's you.]

You're still 'ere?

[silent_hound]

[It's a pain to talk to people when you're not prone to speech. Under the Major, he only had to follow and acknowledge orders. He scribbles on a notepad from his jacket pocket.]

Thought dead. Here not. Confusing. Same as you.

[ex_wardog141]

[Meh. Pip shrugs and digs out a cigarette.]

It's a weird place, no doubt about it. But if I can get my own body 'ere - Hell, I'm going to enjoy it.

[By killing himself with chain-smoking, obviously.]

[silent_hound]

[A slight twitch of his nose. He never did understand humans and their bad habits.]

Where is Seras Victoria? With you?

[ex_wardog141]

Not 'ere at zhe moment, obviously.

[Kanye shrug.]

[silent_hound]

You fight well. For a homo sapien.

[ex_wardog141]

And you die well, for a freak.