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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[it's a crumbling bit of stone and sitting on the edge of it is Wolfwood, a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand and a bloody piece of paper in the other. he looks down at the paper, snarls, crumples it and tosses it before taking a long drink from the bottle. Setting it down he digs out his cigarettes, lits up and inhales, leaning forward and frowning. He doesn't move after that, the smoke curling around his head, and his expression cold.]

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that I do.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[ponders] Time exists here, though. Isn't that strange? It's here but it's almost suspended.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Really? [glances at him and frowns] Vash was saying I've been gone hours.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[nods and rubs his ear] Time's all tangled and paused and rewound here. I imagine the effects are rather varied.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

That don't sound healthy for people up here.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

It makes me feel like I need to sneeze, actually.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Jus' as long you don' sneeze on me.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm polite about sneezing, I think.