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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/15/2015 4:16:25 PM
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[b]She takes her helmet, pulls and pulls and pulls. It comes off, her hive crystal eye glow In pain. He eye of flesh is blood red, the best of colors[/b]
English
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"Interesting..."
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Have you heard of the doom weaver?
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"... Possibly."
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Well, if you have, your looking at her
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"Tales fall short and rumors not big enough..."
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Do I need to sing? I don't like to sing.....
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"Please, don't."
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Ginger suddenly drops in, his jumpship blazing a trail in the sky overhead. Currently, he's in armor but without his helmet, and he seems to expect the Guardian interrogating you to be alone. "So yeah, I took out most o-" He pauses when he sees you, eyes studying you. Perhaps he knows of you, perhaps not, but it's impossible to tell by looking at those impassive grey eyes. He addresses you "Hey... What's your name?"
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*she looks at you, her crystals glowing
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He looks back at you, unfazed, but a tad surprised. "... Well, I'm Ginger, for starters."
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"Hey." He shuffles his feet a little "So, what brings you here?"
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I'm scared.
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"Of me? What're you scared of, because we won't hurt you... Well, [i]I[/i] won't hurt you, at least."
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I don't believe that
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"Really? Why would I possibly hurt you?" For the first time, he sees the shriveled dead bodies of the Guards "Oh, that's why."
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Mm...you've heard of the doom weaver....?
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"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it." Ginger sounds much colder and unforgiving than he did seconds ago
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Right........that's me......
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He pauses for a while "Look, you can't expect me not to take you in after you claim to be the Doom Weaver, and kill several guards. Hands up, don't move, and I'll take us to an interrogation room. You do what I say, I won't hurt you, and hopefully you won't hurt me." His helmet materializes over his head, and a shotgun forms in his hands. At such a close range, it would probably be wise to do what he said; nothing remained of the awkward, jovial guardian you met minutes ago.
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(Uh, doom weaver. Don't threaten that's usually when she attacks) *she starts walking back, scared, just wanting help. She attacked the guards because they shot her*
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He raises the gun at her "Why did you kill the guards?"
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They shot me. I was forced by the weavers to hurt anyone who Hurt me
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"I highly doubt that guards would shoot at you unprovoked... Surely there must've been a reason?"
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No.....they just shot me
