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“Come on Sinclair, if you’re going to start planning my death again, at least give me some sort of warning.”

“And give you that luxury? I think not.”

Rourke snorted, “Fine, be that way,” The man let a smirk settle on his face before shrugging at the younger woman, “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

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[Image: Milo, Helga and Rourke from Atlantis, sitting in a car.]

(615): Feels weird sitting between two guys who’ve had their heads between my legs in a 24 hour span.

He growled. “Helga Katrina Sinclair, what have you been doing…”

“Keep your claws sheathed. For one, Milo is just a friend. And, more importantly, Rourke can go die again for all I care! Preferably with my knife stuck in his spinal cord.”

“I’ll help you with that knife, but if I hear another rumor about you sleeping around I won’t be responsible for my actions.” 

“As long as I can finish him off.” The image made a short but grim smile form. “And rumors can’t pass along if the person has no physical way to communicate them.”

“Come on Sinclair, if you’re going to start planning my death again, at least give me some sort of warning.”

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Rourke, I filled you in on everything that’s gone on, right?
Do you wanna just go from that? Or…?

ooc: Yeah, sounds good to me.
Oh, by the way, we still going into town for the Cathedral tour tomorrow?

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Rourke folded his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman, noting her hand ghosting past the gun holster that sat around her hips,”Now, is that any way to greet someone? I thought you had manners Sinclair.”

“Do those same manners apply to ghosts?” She asked coldly, finally turning to stare him in the eyes. “Last thing I remember was that balloon going down in flames from my flare.” Could that really be him? She didn’t see exactly what happened to him, but what is (or was) certain was that he couldn’t have possibly survived that eruption. 

“Even if this really is you, I’m not sure if you deserve my manners.” Her fingers lightly grazed the handle of her gun for a second, but she checked herself and moved her hand behind her back. “Only a select few have earned that privilege.”

“Ghosts? Come on Sinclair, I thought you were smart. Do I look like a ghost to you? Rourke tried to hold back the frustration from his tone, taking a sharp breath through his nose and folding his arms, “I suppose you’re right, but really, just let the past die Sinclair. Put it all behind you.” He smirked, watching the woman closely.

Rourke folded his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman, noting her hand ghosting past the gun holster that sat around her hips,”Now, is that any way to greet someone? I thought you had manners Sinclair.”