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Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.

[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

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"Cumulative damage. One's not going to kill you any more than one drink will." He puts the pack away though, watching her a moment. "What kind of work we talking about?"

I lead an army. Fairly small one as these things go, but all my men were handpicked and have enough personal loyalty to me that I don't have to worry about them deciding to go on a holiday tour of Cyprus while I'm stuck in this place.

"An army? Your own...? Or leading for someone else?" She didn't look like any the military types he'd ever known. Then again, she didn't look old enough to be leading a squadron, much less an army. ~~He was totally down with the whole 'pretty, blond and independent' thing she had going though.~~

My own. Lackey is not a colour that looks good on me.

I know I don't exactly *grins, gestures at armour* look the type, but let's just say I had to make some major lifestyle choices at a fairly young age. When your options are taking charge or ending up someone's chattel, not a hard decision.

~~*doesn't exactly mind Krycek either*~~

"Oh, I sympathize," he says, nodding. "Fate offers a choice that isn't much of a choice at all... Power or slavery?" Krycek shakes his head, snorting derisively.

Exhaling smoke, he smirks, eyes narrowed as he takes in the armor ~~which is very nice, even if maybe not particularly warm-looking~~. "I'm Krycek, by the way."

*chuckles sardonically*

Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only one here familar with those kind of choices?

*smirks right back, ~~thinks black leather suits Krycek very well~~*

Callisto.

He stubs out his cigarette with a chuckle of his own. "Overly familiar." Krycek nods to her, rolling his shoulders slightly to resettle his jacket. "And no matter the outcome, I think I'd rather die than be a pawn."

...Just the once and that's more than enough, he thinks, faintly self-conscious for a moment. Hope I'm not giving off any 'once a lackey' vibes.

"Nice to meet you, Callisto. If you're game, I'd like to buy you a drink sometime." ~~Hot blondes in armor are the good kind of trouble. Oh yes.~~

[OOC: I think I'll be crashing soon, just to warn you.]

Considering the general expendability of pawns, death is a more than acceptable thing to risk to keep your automony.

*smiles*

Nice to meet you, too. ~~You'd be surprised what I'm game for.~~ I'm supposed to be working tomorrow evening, provided my boss hasn't been eaten by something, but afterwards I'm free until curfew, if you're not doing anything...

Krycek nods, though distantly wondering if that makes it a date ~~or a booty call with refreshments~~. "Sounds good to me. Want to meet down at Pure Inebriation?"

[OOC: Callisto and Krycek? I'm going to bed giggling now. *g* Night!]

I'll be there. Until tomorrow then.

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