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Characters: Kali, Bres
Date/Time: Wednesday morning, September 5th, 2012
Location: CHINA!
Rating: ...all things considered? I'll put down PG-13 as a starting point.
Warnings: Definitely language with Kali's salty mouth.
Summary: Kali is seeking her artifact, with some help from Bres as a translator.

The plane ride into China had been pretty uneventful. Aside from Kali pursing her lips in annoyance at the announcements delivered in Chinese. She looked to Bres as they disembarked.

"...Y'all know what the hell you're doing for this sort of thing, right?" she asked him.

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"Walking I can do," she said, and then frowned slightly. "Huh. Must be having problems from the flight. Feels like my damn ears are ringing."

"You're not hearing things. That means you're close to your artifact," Bres informed.

"That's comforting," she muttered. "You hear it too?"

"Not the same way you, probably because it's not mine, but yeah, I hear it," Bres replied.

Kali's fingers drummed absently against her leg in time to the music in their ears.
"So what is this fucking thing, anyway? What the hell am I looking for?"

"Not sure if it's the same shape for everybody, but it'll probably be some kind of ceramic looking..piece of something," Bres tried to explain. "I can guarantee you'll know it when you see it."

"Uh-huh." Kali seemed less than impressed with this advice, but eventually she stopped, kicking at something half-buried in the dirt. "This it?" she asked aloud.

"That depends. Is the noise getting annoyingly louder?"

Kali cocked her head.
"Yeah, kinda." She kicked at the object. "Don't look like much."

"Neither did the other two I've seen, but for some reason it's important."

"Huh." Kali reached down, clawed away a little of the dirt, and yanked it out. "That's it? Nothing else?"

"It's admittingly anti-climatic," he informs.

"Shit. Came all the way to fucking China for a piece of fucking pottery. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this shit?" she asked.

"For now just hang on to it. None of us know what they're supposed to, but it's supposed to be down the line. I emphasize with your frustration."

"Fuck it," she sighed, "We got what we came for." She shrugged. "So, now that's done, guess we got a couple days to... see China."

"You don't have to. I could probably pull some strings to fly back to the states," Bres offered.

"Well, ain't you sweet, shug?" she teased. "Is there much in China worth seeing?"

"it's a millenia-old country, Miss Talbot. I'm sure I could find some things that would catch your interest," he offered, teasing back good-naturedly.

"Yeah? Like what?" she asked, half-challenging.

"Well there isn't American boxing, but the Chinese have a lot of ways of beating the hell out of each other if you'd like to see."

"Fuck yeah. Maybe there's something I can use if they ever let me back in the ring," she agreed.

"Then let's head back to the car. I think there's a tournament going on not too far from here," Bres suggested.

"That's fucking awesome. Lead the way, shug," she said, following him back to the car.

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