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[Neil is hunkered down in an alleyway, tamping explosive putty into threaded plumber's pipe. Scattered behind him are gardening shears, several more lengths of pipe, spools of wire and thread, tin cans, and a few boxes of nails. He is wearing a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, and his signature wristbands are missing when he wipes sweat from his brow as he works. His husky, Nym, stands at the mouth of the alley keeping watch.]

I've tried to lock this transmission from the enemy, but in the event that in should be intercepted, please. Don't follow my example. And tell... nah. Just, be safe. Get out, if you can.
If I don't make it through, remember me. My whole life has been combat, but remember the little things. Remember-- [He uses his teeth to tear off the end of the fuse he's fashioning.] --something other than this.
I guess that's all I can ask.

[ooc: Pullin' a genre switch from the grab bag! Not actually locked, because there isn't actually an "enemy" here. Open action, if somebody wants to find him in the alley? Neil thinks he's an apocalyptic war hero this weekend. He probably can't be persuaded that he's not actually at war, but you can try if you want to. Also, who knows if he actually knows what he's doing, but he seems to understand what he's up to in theory. Mun may possibly be a shameless Terminator fanatic. Also she may possibly have re-watched the Dollhouse Epitaphs this week. Shhhhh. Also you're getting only this userpic all weekend because it is so Kyle Reese-tastic.]

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I'm telling you that you're being duped. There is no war.

How can you say that? The war is all around us.

Or it's all in your head. But whatever. Say, there is a war. You're clearly going on a suicide mission here. For one thing, you're on your own. Aren't you afraid of dying?

[There is a long (dramatic?) pause on this end.]

I knew what I was signing up for when I accepted this mission. I knew it was possible I might not make it back alive. 'S long as I complete my objective, there's no use worrying about the rest.

What exactly is your objective?

Protect the girl. Overthrow the machines. Save the world.

Oh, now we're talking. Who's the chick?

Name of Lucy. Important to the resistance. She's... essential.

Don't know a Lucy. Is she hot?

[He cracks a brief smile, letting the all-business attitude soften.]

She's beautiful. But she's more than that.

She your girlfriend?

Not... exactly. But I do love her.

Right. And how does she feel?

She's... afraid. Not even of the end of the world, but of... her own feelings.

If you both like each other, you should just forget about this war and go get yourselves a room. Trust me. It'll solve everything.

Well, we already--

I mean, it's... not that simple.

Fuck yeah, dude. Way to go.

What's complicated about it?

She's from another time, another world. And if I don't die here, I have to go back in the end.

So either way, you're fucked?

That's the general idea, yeah.

That sucks.

It's for the greater good.

Least it'll be over soon.

Yeah. Not much longer now.

Good luck then? [ Man. He's so going to ask Neil about this Lucy chick later. ]

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