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“You want a coffee? 'Cause I could use a coffee.“
[Prompt]
"Ooh, yes, please," he replied, pushing the welding goggles up off his eyes and atop his head after cutting off the torch. He shot a smile of appreciation to Elvis and motioned towards the coffee pot in the corner.
"I like sugar with mine, but no milk."
“ find what you wanted?”
[Prompt]
"Yes, I think these will do nicely," he replied, smiling brightly at the Ghoul as he set his findings on the counter between them.
"How much for the lot of them?"
(Starling) “What are you doing? What is your plan of attack?”
[Prompt]
"The plan of attack is simple," the Boomer replied, holding up a handful of explosives for Starling to see, a wide grin on his face.
"The raiders won't know what hit them."
“This is pointless, isn’t it?”
[Prompt]
"No, no, not pointless," he insisted, a small smile of encouragement growing on his face as he urged the trader to continue. "Practice, is all. You can't always succeed perfectly the first time. It's why they say practice makes perfect."
“I’d never forget a fight.”
[Prompt]
“Oh? Is that because you are so good at holding grudges?” Baptiste lightly teased, nudging Holly’s hip with his own, his hands covered in flour and dough.
“I thought we were past that disagreement, yet here you are, stabbing me with past knives.”
(Starling) “I’m not saying anything. What are you hearing?”
[Prompt]
Baptiste had turned to Starling, brows furrowed in frustration, having shushed her for the third time now. But when she shot back that it wasn’t her speaking, the Boomer grew very still, straining to pinpoint where the noise had come from.
Again, a sound - a voice. Far enough away to sound like a whisper. Feminine, but now that he was actually listening, not that similar to Starling’s at all.
“We’re not alone,” he whispered, pointing towards the hall, down the way they had entered.
“Morals don’t win fights.”
[Prompt]
“Exactly,” Baptiste agreed with a smile, and set a satchel on the table that clinked and clunked with its contents. Judging by the glint in Baptise’s eye, they were the kind that went boom.
“Explosives win fights, though.”
“It ain’t down there. I can tell you that.”
[Prompt]
The Boomer, with much difficult and many grunts, wiggled his way out from under the duty bedframe and leveled the trader with an exaggerated glare, mouth agape in an incredulous expression.
“Why was this not the first thing you said to me when I got on the ground and crawled my self under this bed?”
(Grant) “What’s with the sunglasses?“
[Prompt]
“They help shield my delicate eyes from the brilliance that is your personality, petit,” Baptiste responded with a sugary smile and a boop to Grant’s nose as he passed the man by, continuing on his way towards Holly’s cabin. The Boomer gave a lazy wave over his shoulder as a farewell.
“Au revoir.”
“ what do you like to do for fun?”
[Prompt]
“Same as the average person, no?” Baptiste responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “Talk, drink, build explosives.”
“I officially hate this place.“
[Prompt]
“Hm? Well... if you would like, I can go on ahead and you can get us a room at the hotel?” The Boomer offered with a small smile, which faltered slightly as if he had suddenly remembered something important.
“Or, if you are not wanting to stay here, then you can wait at the gate and I will meet you there as soon as I am done.”
“You hear that? Something’s close.”
[Prompt]
Baptiste paused in his step, brows furrowed with concentration as he tried to pinpoint just where the noise was coming from. Elvis was right - it was close - but with the way sound bounced off the empty walls it was difficult to decipher just where the movement was coming from.
After a moment, he pointed towards a hallway on their left, and then dipped behind a fallen bookcase motioning for Elvis to follow him. Once the two were settled, Baptiste drew his gun and waited - if they were lucky, whatever was making the noise would pass right by them... if they weren’t - at least he’d be ready.
“I’m sorry about tonight.”
[Prompt]
“There is no need to be sorry, amie,” he insisted, offering Holly a soft, understanding look as he reached out to take her hand and give it a brief squeeze. Far be it from Baptiste to judge, especially when things seemed to be weighing on the trader and he had not listened to his intuition.
The night had started off shaky to begin with, but the Boomer had ignored the signs and pressed onward. Looking back, it was clear she had been in some sort of unpleasant mood, no doubt battling with whatever had led her to become more withdrawn and cranky as of late. Eventually, he had crossed a boundary he neglected to notice, and she had snapped, before almost immediately apologizing.
“I should not have pressed. I know that if you are wanting to talk about something, you will do so willingly.”
(Grant) “You sassin’ me, boy?”
[Prompt]
“As it is the only way one is able to clearly communicate with you, petit, yes. Yes I am.”
(Slim) “This is a little cLOSE FOR COMFORT!”
[Prompt]
“Stop squirming," he insisted, trying to catch his breath and figure out how they were going to get out of this mess. It was fortunate that the collapse had not crushed them completely, but instead the were wedged face-to-face against one another.
Baptiste could still feel all of his extremities, and it wouldn’t have been so bad had his left leg not been caught under Slim’s right leg, with his foot stuck firmly in a small pile of rubble and all of his weight on his left leg. The bookshelf behind Slim and the crumbled concrete from the floor above piled on either side kept the younger man in place, and the wall behind Baptiste prevented him from getting the leverage he needed to wiggle free.
“Let me think a minute,” he said, letting out a slightly frustrated huff as he looked around, hoping to find something to grab onto in order to pull himself free.
Eventually, he was able to reach a dangling pipe and pull himself up far enough so that his weight was no longer resting on his stuck leg. With that, Baptiste was able to wrench his foot free and pull himself up and onto the pile of debris. He held a hand out for Slim to grasp so as to help the young man out of their predicament.
(Grant) “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
[Prompt]
“What, is someone afraid of finding a little brahmin dung in their pillow case again?”
(Slim) “ two dead. not sure about the other.”
[Prompt]
“Damn coward,” he muttered under his breath, a deep frown on his face. The Boomer looked around the room, trying to find a hint of where the culprit had gone with the third hostage.
“See if you can find any clues as to where they went.”