Cyril, subconsiously, seemed to notice the tention build in Dara. But it wasn't enough to register at the moment. He shruged it off and turned back to Dante.

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Dante thought for a moment, "Only where my quarters are, sir."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Hallway 503 on the third deck, room 98. It will be on the left side of the hall," Cyril informed him.

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Dara was going to kill him.
No; that was an overstatement; the Doctor within him calmly stated. He was just going to explain calmly that he wasn't so speak to his commander in that way.
Or he was going to engrave it into his forhead useing a scalpel.

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"Thank you, sir," Dante left to go deposit his bags in his room. After stowing his gear, Dante rearranged some of the items in the room to suit his taste.

Once he was satisfied with that, he decided to go down the the firing range to see what the current scores were.

OOC: Sorry for the short and relativly bad posts, but I'm really dead and uncreative right now.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Natia entered the medical bay and kissed Cyril on the cheek. "So whats your take on the newbie?" She asked.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(That's ok The~Doctor sometimes the best way to get over that is to just post a dinky little section to keep yourself moving. )

Cyril put his arm on Natia's shoulder and gave her a side hug as she approached.

"He seems alright to me," Cyril answered.

"Not the rigid military type, but then again niether are most of us."

"What do you guys think of him?"

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Dara averted his eyes when Natia kissed Cyril. He did't have any problem with thier relationship; he was just embaressed. He waited for Natia to answer first; not wanting to seem foreward.

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Natia had to think, careful not to show her abiliaty of using the force as she answered. "He seems casual, and like nothing matters. He probly thinks that he couldn't die because of how good he fights."

((Does that sound like Dante, The~Doctor?))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: Pretty much. I'd describe Dante as arrogant to a point, very cocky, and self-assured. He treats life like its a game/party, but not nessiarly like he can't die.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((Ok, Know it isn't extact, if it was, her seceret might be found out. But as long as I got it close, it works. Also I was thinking, even though she is taken, it would be fun if Dante tried to hit on her, know what I mean.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: Maybe, I'll think about it. It definitly won't be anything serious though, amybe a little harmless flirtation.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Cyril gave a half grin at Natias explination. He had met many men like that and often times they turned out to be one of two types...

The first type was all hype and couldn't walk the talk. Quite simply put... pathetic with no place in the military.

The second type became that way because they had exeptional skills and let it go to their head.

Of course there were always exceptions...

"What do you think Dara?" Cyril asked.

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"I cannot give you my proffsional impression of him sir untill he has submited himself for a cheakup sir. However; with the greatest respect sir; I don't like him. He's imputant and i think he could be a liability sir. he dosen't strike me as the type to follow orders without question. I think he seems like a man who will place himself before others." Dara stated with only the slightest heat in his voice.

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Cyril raised an eyebrow at the doctors answer and glanced over at Natia to see her reaction to the statement.

"Well, I respect your opinion Dara. I'll keep an eye on him."

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Cyril raised an eyebrow at the doctors answer and glanced over at Natia to see her reaction to the statement.

"Well, I respect your opinion Dara. I'll keep an eye on him."

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