This one is certainly eccentric, but eccentric women are nothing new to Caleb. He has frequently found himself musing that he wouldn't know what to say to a normal woman if he ever met one. Normal is just so boring, after all.
"Harley it is, then." In an instant, the scenery around them changes.
That earns her a suspicious once over. "I, uh ... I-I could, yes, but I'm not really hurting for money. Besides, I rather that my, uh ... that my employer would approve."
"What? It was just a joke," Harley said with a laugh, "lighten up, you just totally poofed us to the holy land or whatever it is the crazy Christian people call this place. So food now please?" She finished, her mind totally on that.
How could you land somewhere new without totally wanting to explore. And this had been one of those places, way back when she was a little kidlet that the family had talked about going but never seemed to have the money to do so. A family of poor Jews, how atypical could you get?
"If you thought that was impressive, I could show you some sights," he says as they leave the alley, and head down the street. There's no sense in hailing a taxi, seeing as they're only a few blocks from the restaurant. "There's this mesa in Australia I stop by now and again. The view from the edge is fantastic." Because she seems impressed, he won't add that he usually goes there to read.
"So I, uh ... I take it you've never been to Israel before?"
"If I have or not isn't hardly the point," Harley said, "Even if you've been somewhere three hundred thousand million and one times there's always something you haven't seen," She said brightly.
Which was one of the great things about life. You never knew what flavor the pie they were going to throw at you would be the next day.
Caleb likes how energetic she seems. It's refreshing.
"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
And Caleb has found what he was probing for: Common ground.
"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
"It wasn't that hard, you just take a few buzzer parts from the hand shockers and put them on with a lock. There's a trick switch to turn it off so you don't get buzzed," she said brightly.
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"Harley it is, then." In an instant, the scenery around them changes.
"Welcome to Israel."
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Really neat trick, "You could rob banks with it easy." Or candy stores. Or toy stores. Or drop Batman in a volcano...
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How could you land somewhere new without totally wanting to explore. And this had been one of those places, way back when she was a little kidlet that the family had talked about going but never seemed to have the money to do so. A family of poor Jews, how atypical could you get?
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"So I, uh ... I take it you've never been to Israel before?"
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Which was one of the great things about life. You never knew what flavor the pie they were going to throw at you would be the next day.
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"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
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Her piece had a bunch of interesting modifications.
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"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
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She was also very proud of her gun.