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JIN CHO
Naturally, Jin was confused.
It didn't take much deducing to figure out why. Even though she had wrapped her head around the diner being in some sort of weird, timeless portal, the things the others mentioned and the way they behaved baffled her. Lin refused her stim, and it gave the mercenary pause. Ok -- more than a pause.
A stim was a doctor in a syringe, and they were just as expensive as the bloated bastards too. Every mission with Delta Corps. meant rationing out a a select few between a crew of ten or more; the rest came out of their paychecks, and a poor sucker would much prefer to bleed out and die than to lose that much coin. Nobody ever turned them when offered, especially for free.
But Lin wasn't Spacer. None of them were. Jin fell into silence, growing more lost as the conversation behind them continued. Werewolves? Dragons?
"Have you heard of Jesus Christ?"
Huh?
Moe answered while she stared, utterly bewildered. Both of them seemed to know this...man, presumably. Were they from the same universe? Same universe, different times, possibly. Maybe.
Law, she needed that coffee.
"I don't who that is. Sorry," Jin finally answered. "Is- oh. Thank you."
Ma'am was giving her some coffee. Jin shot her a grateful smile, setting the hot mug down in front of her. It was a welcome distraction. She needed to wrap her head around the mind-boggling info being shared so casually around her...like the casual mention that the boy behind them was, quite possibly, not a human boy at all.
Naturally, Jin was confused.
It didn't take much deducing to figure out why. Even though she had wrapped her head around the diner being in some sort of weird, timeless portal, the things the others mentioned and the way they behaved baffled her. Lin refused her stim, and it gave the mercenary pause. Ok -- more than a pause.
A stim was a doctor in a syringe, and they were just as expensive as the bloated bastards too. Every mission with Delta Corps. meant rationing out a a select few between a crew of ten or more; the rest came out of their paychecks, and a poor sucker would much prefer to bleed out and die than to lose that much coin. Nobody ever turned them when offered, especially for free.
But Lin wasn't Spacer. None of them were. Jin fell into silence, growing more lost as the conversation behind them continued. Werewolves? Dragons?
"Have you heard of Jesus Christ?"
Huh?
Moe answered while she stared, utterly bewildered. Both of them seemed to know this...man, presumably. Were they from the same universe? Same universe, different times, possibly. Maybe.
Law, she needed that coffee.
"I don't who that is. Sorry," Jin finally answered. "Is- oh. Thank you."
Ma'am was giving her some coffee. Jin shot her a grateful smile, setting the hot mug down in front of her. It was a welcome distraction. She needed to wrap her head around the mind-boggling info being shared so casually around her...like the casual mention that the boy behind them was, quite possibly, not a human boy at all.
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