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[betrayedtwin]

[in one of the many sparse areas of the Plane appears a tall, sturdy man in purple and green armor, but he hasn't come quite alone. accompanying him is a long, steel table he's seated at. parts of his sniper rifle lay strewn across the table in a neat, organized manner, along with a couple other weapons, and his standard cleaning kit consisting

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[betrayedtwin]

[looks at her curiously, his head cocked to the side] Planning a war? Nah, I'd need more weapons than this. Besides, there are too many as it is and I'm trying to stop them.

[betrayedtwin]

[shrugs nonchalantly] Well you know, can't go into a gun fight with a knife and expect things to be easy.

[sits back down, checking over his cleaning set-up] So what did you mean "another one"? Who are you, anyway?

[traitortwin]

I'd probably think you were losing your mind.

[Guess what? It's your sister! She's got her arms crossed, and though you can't see it, she's giving you a very amused look with a teeny little half-smirk.]

[betrayedtwin]

[though he can't see it, he can certainly hear it in her voice. and admittedly, he's pretty surprised to hear and see her at all.]

You know, I think I really am. [mock scratches his helmeted head for a second] You know, if you knew about this place, you should have said instead of playing dumb about it.

[traitortwin]

[Well, that's a little... off.]

I could say the same thing to you. How long have you known about here?

[betrayedtwin]

Only about a day, tops. [frowns slightly] But from the sounds of it, it's been longer for you, huh?

[betrayedtwin]

[holds up a hand, gesturing at Doc as he speaks] Okay, okay, calm down. [as an act of goodwill, he also sets his pistol down] No one's gonna shoot you.

[and just from the man's...er, demeanor, North definitely thinks he's probably one of the simulation troopers (but man, he has no idea what to think about his being here too.)] And yeah, I am. Freelancer North Dakota. What's your name?

[betrayedtwin]

[he sighs softly, gesturing to show him that he has no other weapons in his very obviously empty hands] Look Doc, I'm really not going to shoot you. Why would I? [slight shrug] I was in the middle of cleaning these when I came here. They're not loaded either. So relax, okay?

[movelikestrider]

Depends on if she's here and if you share a reality. [For a boy of thirteen, Dave doesn't even flinch at the gun that was pointed at him. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and continues.] All other people in your reality who haven't been here won't know what you're talking about.

[betrayedtwin]

[lowers his gun. it is just a kid, after all] Yeah, I was getting that impression. But what do you mean by "share a reality"?

[movelikestrider]

This place separates people from the same place, far as I know. Buddy of mine goes back to one place and I'm in another. But in this place even a world not your own, you get close to the person and both pockets might merge. Like taking two audio tracks and blending them. Some bits stick out but the place both people return to now is the same strand.

[betrayedtwin]

[that's...mildy disturbing, but he doesn't voice that thought] Come on, you're jerking my chain. How can that be physically possible?