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Subject: Re: [CIA] - Jones - Let's Do It!
Date: 6 Sep 1994 09:01:49 GMT
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Foxmore listens with unvieled interest to the histories of the group.
After all, it isn't everyday that he stumbles into a dimension where the
laws of science and psi are 'bent' enough to support more than just the
trappings of magic.  And that says nothing about the denizens of this
plane.

"I'll go along with that one.  Foxie comments after hearing of Rathan's
background.  "Time is certainly subjective.  I'm only 40 (something)
subjectively, but I haven't a clue as to my relative age."

He then mumbles a soft spoken question concerning Miro's warning about the
fatal properties of 'non-illusion's.  Strangely, he seems to be speaking in
the general direction of his lapel...and a rather understated piece of
jewlery.  There is a soft muttering about non-convergant time-lines before
he looks up to take note of yet another person joining the group.

As Jones asks Miro to lead the way to the warehouse, and check with the
newest person about enlisting a Black Dragon, Foxmore can't help but wonder
how you'd go about having a dragon blend in with the populus.

Quickly, Foxmore grabs up his few possesions; straightens his ship's suit,
checks his tool...er...WEAPON; and sticks his pipe into a small pouch-like
opening on the side of his pant-leg.

"Front or the back exit?"