Nighttime Ride - Revision history

https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Nighttime_Ride Nighttime Ride - Revision history 2026-05-16T19:42:53Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.0 https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=187202&oldid=prev Taimdala at 04:21, 25 July 2011 2011-07-25T04:21:06Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:21, 25 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l91">Line 91:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 91:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small[[Devereaux-Shields B&B | '''bed and breakfast''']] parking lot next to a shiny [[Irina's Red Toyota|'''red Toyota Corolla''']]. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small[[Devereaux-Shields <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">House </ins>B&B | '''bed and breakfast''']] parking lot next to a shiny [[Irina's Red Toyota|'''red Toyota Corolla''']]. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=187198&oldid=prev Taimdala at 04:11, 25 July 2011 2011-07-25T04:11:08Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:11, 25 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l91">Line 91:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 91:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small[[Shields<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">-Devereaux </del>B&B | '''bed and breakfast''']] parking lot next to a shiny [[Irina's Red Toyota|'''red Toyota Corolla''']]. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small[[<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Devereaux-</ins>Shields B&B | '''bed and breakfast''']] parking lot next to a shiny [[Irina's Red Toyota|'''red Toyota Corolla''']]. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=187140&oldid=prev Taimdala at 09:21, 24 July 2011 2011-07-24T09:21:18Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 09:21, 24 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l91">Line 91:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 91:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>If she couldn't curl up with a vodka or a scotch, maybe she could console herself with an account of Ray's case involving the bed and breakfast.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small bed and breakfast parking lot next to a shiny red Toyota Corolla. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Nothing dark and mysterious. We tend to do favors for the people in Natchez when possible. Part of being good neighbors. This one started off with a little lost dog, but it got complicated pretty quickly..." And Ray went on to spend the rest of the ride to Natchez telling a surprisingly funny story about a kidnapped Pomeranian and how it ended up leading the agency to an elaborate con job being run on several prominent Natchez citizens. Ray's dry wit suited the material and he finished up just as they pulled into the small<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">[[Shields-Devereaux B&B | '''</ins>bed and breakfast<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">''']] </ins>parking lot next to a shiny <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">[[Irina's Red Toyota|'''</ins>red Toyota Corolla<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">''']]</ins>. He stopped the car and put the keys in his own pocket. As he did so, he pulled out another set and handed it to Irina, motioning with his head towards the Corolla. "Your rental ride. Looks they haven't even worn the new car squeak off of yet."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina took the keys and eyed the car. ''Probably hasn't had the new car smell worn off it either''. As for the color ... ''So much for touring the town discreetly. I'll have to ditch it and go on foot if I can. How big can Natchez be?'' What little she'd seen on the ride in had the downtown compressed into a relatively few blocks along the riverfront. Lights twinkled through the trees in the quiet neighborhood surrounding them, however, hinting at acres and acres of suburbs. Still, it had been years since Irina had had the privilege of driving a spanking brand new car and tomorrow promised some fun doing it. She made a point of looking around as Ray fetched her single bag from the backseat of the convertible.<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=187131&oldid=prev Taimdala at 08:56, 24 July 2011 2011-07-24T08:56:36Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 08:56, 24 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l7">Line 7:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 7:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''2155hrs, local time'''<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>'''2155hrs, local time'''<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ray's car was a dark blue convertible and he drove it with the top down to the night. AC wasn't in the offing but the slipstream made the muggy ride to Natchez bearable. Irina propped her arm on door frame for air flow and tipped her head against the seat to look at the stars. Alexandria quickly fell away and the dark Louisiana night took over. The stars shone down through the humidity and this far out there were a lot of them. ''One of the disadvantages to being a city girl'', Irina thought. ''Too much city glow''. She rolled her head on the seat back to look at the driver.<br><br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ray's car was a <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">[[Ray's Blue Convertible|'''</ins>dark blue convertible<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">''']] </ins>and he drove it with the top down to the night. AC wasn't in the offing but the slipstream made the muggy ride to Natchez bearable. Irina propped her arm on door frame for air flow and tipped her head against the seat to look at the stars. Alexandria quickly fell away and the dark Louisiana night took over. The stars shone down through the humidity and this far out there were a lot of them. ''One of the disadvantages to being a city girl'', Irina thought. ''Too much city glow''. She rolled her head on the seat back to look at the driver.<br><br> </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ray's face was lit from below by the dashboard lights, lending his features a feral look. More than that, a lethal look. The Doberman she'd glimpsed in the lobby was back. Right now she was glad that the Doberman wasn’t growling at her, but was still leashed and under control. <br><br> </div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Ray's face was lit from below by the dashboard lights, lending his features a feral look. More than that, a lethal look. The Doberman she'd glimpsed in the lobby was back. Right now she was glad that the Doberman wasn’t growling at her, but was still leashed and under control. <br><br> </div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=186790&oldid=prev Taimdala at 05:07, 20 July 2011 2011-07-20T05:07:24Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:07, 20 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l79">Line 79:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 79:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and I counted the seconds until I got back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections then that I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">happened</del>. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and I counted the seconds until I got back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections then that I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">hit me</ins>. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=186789&oldid=prev Taimdala at 05:02, 20 July 2011 2011-07-20T05:02:04Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:02, 20 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l79">Line 79:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 79:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and counted the seconds <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">to when </del>I <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">could go </del>back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that happened. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">I </ins>counted the seconds <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">until </ins>I <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">got </ins>back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">then that </ins>I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that happened. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=186788&oldid=prev Taimdala at 05:00, 20 July 2011 2011-07-20T05:00:20Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:00, 20 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l79">Line 79:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 79:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Irina caught the smile and then the words and had to look away. She stared through the windshield without seeing beyond it, thinking how that drive of hers had ultimately been her undoing.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">I'd count </del>the seconds to when I could go back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that happened. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"Enjoyed it? No, Ray. I loved it. I ate, I breathed, and I slept it. I hated every second off the clock and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">counted </ins>the seconds to when I could go back on again. It didn't matter if I'd left the files back at the precinct. I’d carry them in my head, every single one of them, all the way home and back. About the only times I could tolerate it were when I was in the shower and when I was finally tipping over into sleep—and that's because I'd make connections I couldn't otherwise. Not a white board made could do what that moment could do. And when it came, I'd '''know''' I had something solid. But I can't tell you how many oceans went down the drain or how many nights I'd come up empty before a moment like that happened. I know it sounds crazy, and maybe it is a form of insanity, but once my head takes on a case, it's damned impossible to let go of it." She flicked a glance at Ray and then quietly spoke to the windshield. "I'd always thought I'd never retire but would get taken off the job in a box, because I never wanted to quit. I loved it that much and I very nearly got my wish."<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"''Ray understood. Being in the Marines had been his life and he hadn't planned to leave either. Most of the time Ray thought he was better off for it, for having had the decision taken out of his hands. And the days where he didn't? He had a new job to focus on.''"<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

Taimdala https://wiki.rpg.net/index.php?title=Nighttime_Ride&diff=186787&oldid=prev Taimdala at 04:56, 20 July 2011 2011-07-20T04:56:20Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:56, 20 July 2011</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l61">Line 61:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 61:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"No offense taken." Irina knew a quite a few on the force who hated the 'weird' cases. However, there were just as many who didn't let the weird get in the way of finding the facts and using them to solve the case. Irina's pursuit of justice didn't give a good goddamn whether a person had been killed by esoteric or mundane means—she gave a good goddamn that a person was dead who didn't have to be, that the person left behind people who would grieve their absence and their loss, that innocents suffered in addition to the victim. While the occult added a little extra color to the case, for Irina it mattered little beyond insight it gave her into the mind of the killer, a clue as to motivation and MO, a way to predict when and how the killer might strike again. Aware that she'd fallen silent a beat too long, she said, "It doesn't sound like the normal sort of job and, no, I don't mind being on a first name basis. So the case was elsewhere and the police were involved. Did you stop the cult before or after they'd closed the file?"<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"No offense taken." Irina knew a quite a few on the force who hated the 'weird' cases. However, there were just as many who didn't let the weird get in the way of finding the facts and using them to solve the case. Irina's pursuit of justice didn't give a good goddamn whether a person had been killed by esoteric or mundane means—she gave a good goddamn that a person was dead who didn't have to be, that the person left behind people who would grieve their absence and their loss, that innocents suffered in addition to the victim. While the occult added a little extra color to the case, for Irina it mattered little beyond insight it gave her into the mind of the killer, a clue as to motivation and MO, a way to predict when and how the killer might strike again. Aware that she'd fallen silent a beat too long, she said, "It doesn't sound like the normal sort of job and, no, I don't mind being on a first name basis. So the case was elsewhere and the police were involved. Did you stop the cult before or after they'd closed the file?"<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Because Ray had said the police weren't terribly interested in the occult aspects of the case, possibly leaving the cult active to kill again<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Because </del>Ray had said he and Marcus, and not law enforcement, had put an end to it<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">. Because </del>her gut was telling her that there was more to hear.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Because Ray had said the police weren't terribly interested in the occult aspects of the case, possibly leaving the cult active to kill again<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">; because </ins>Ray had said he and Marcus, and not law enforcement, had put an end to it<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">; because </ins>her gut was telling her that there was more to hear.<br><br></div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"We put them down, Irina, like the rabid dogs they were." His voice was firm, the tone of a man comfortable in his decisions. "They were well armed, fanatical, and stupid. A combination that when combined with selling their souls to the dark powers they worshipped...." He let the mint roll around in his mouth. "War calls for ugliness in the name of the greater good. We did what had to be done, what the authorities couldn't have done without serious loss of innocent life. No regrets." And there was a loud crack in the quiet night air as he crunched the mint into small pieces.<br><br></div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>"We put them down, Irina, like the rabid dogs they were." His voice was firm, the tone of a man comfortable in his decisions. "They were well armed, fanatical, and stupid. A combination that when combined with selling their souls to the dark powers they worshipped...." He let the mint roll around in his mouth. "War calls for ugliness in the name of the greater good. We did what had to be done, what the authorities couldn't have done without serious loss of innocent life. No regrets." And there was a loud crack in the quiet night air as he crunched the mint into small pieces.<br><br></div></td></tr> </table>

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