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Characters: Goliath and Ogma
Date/Time: May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: R
Warnings: Goliath will curse..a lot.
Summary: JC and Celtic strongmen must join forces.

Goliath had gone to sleep in a local hotel after picking up some new hardware from a local contact. He slept in the clothes he checked-in with. His job stressed being ready at any place you didn't feel a hundred percent secure. Still, he'd managed a pretty peaceful sleep.

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"Sounds fucking poetic," Goliath said, still pretty annoyed about the whole thing.

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"Well, I do teach poetry sometimes," Ogma joked.

"So, I'm curious, do the explosions serve a particular purpose?"

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"I flunked it myself," Goliath admitted.

"As fun as it can be, I rarely blow stuff up for the sake of blowing it up. Usually whatever purpose my current employer pays me to work towards. Still, I keep things confined to people who know the kind of shit they're getting into. Pay's good, I get to travel, and work out my aggression issues with excessive force."

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"Aha. A shame we don't have anything in here that would allow us to put your demolitions expertise to work on getting us out of here," Ogma mused.

"And.. it's actually rather difficult to flunk poetry, depending on how it's being taught. And, no, it's not all boring. Epics like the Iliad or Beowulf are filled with violence, sex and gore. Even a poem I read for Lilith once, "Goblin Market," has themes of rape, kidnapping, incest, lesbianism and murder. And Shakespeare loved a dirty joke as much as anyone."