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Edited by BlindSwift:
9/17/2015 2:13:10 AM
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Theron: "Strange I have no last name because, of amnesia"
Elizabeth: "Well if you wanted to know a last name I would say Mastro"
-As you look up the name Mastro you see it was once a mafia gang that was slaughtered-
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[i]His face visibly wilts, this somehow being related to him. He solemnly nods, and closes his Tac-Pad.[/i] Many new people, and new faces to meet. Sadly, I used the last of my Data back.... [i]He discreetly points back at the store clerk, still messing with the glitching holographic screen.[/i] But it was for good reason, bullets aren't cheap. Do you know of anyway I could get some credits, or even Data? With just 1, I could get the money necessary for more... any ideas? [i]He pulls out a phone: an old model, very outdated, using a glass touch screen. He opens various apps and starts running a program, pulling server names and computer terminal ID's from around him.[/i]
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Theron: "hmm data you mean like this" -Theron pulls out a large container full of data chips- Elizabeth: "Well with a voice like mine i could easily reduce the price and as for credits you must work like all others"
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Edited by Alonfé: 9/17/2015 2:35:52 AM[i]He nods[/i] I have some credits, but I don't think it's enough. I could always kill the dealers and take it... [i]He shakes his head violently, as if to remove a terrible thought.[/i] ...no, I'm not mother. Um, how much is a handfull of those? Maybe 10, or something like that... [i]He pulls up a holographic image on his Tac-Pad: a balance of 270C[/i] Just so I have a goal to work towards, if it isn't too much trouble to say...
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Theron: "how about free" -He tosses the container to you-
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[i]He fumbles with the container, and clamps his hands onto it, staring at it.[/i] F-free? H-how much is in here... [i]He looks it over, visibly ecstatic.[/i] Oh th-thank you so much, Th-theron, and Elizabeth... my troubles are solved... [i]He clumsily bows in respect: a tradition of his where he came from. [/i] [spoiler]H-how much was in that jar?![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]anout how much 12000 credits would get you[/spoiler] -Theron seems skeptical about this tradition and set's you straight then hugs you-
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[spoiler]I'm new, but comparing it to KAP-8 prices I saw, that's... a lot. About 100. Damn, that does solve a lot of problems.[/spoiler] [i]He hesitates, seemingly moving away from the embrace. It felt so... foreign to him, the touch of another person. The meaning behind it, all of which he never had, ever. Slowly, he hugged back, tears welling up in his eyes. It was slightly overwhelming; the gift, then an embrace he knew so little of. He wiped his tears hastily, and smiled during the hug.[/i] Th-thank you.... this kindness.... it's like nothing anyone has done before....
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Theron: "well your the first one to not call me stupid besides that it's ok we were in your shoes once"
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[i]He nodded, and after a few seconds, broke from the hug. He used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe his eyes, and he smiled weakly.[/i] We all start somewhere, eh? Ah, is there anything I can do to repay you? Anything at all? [i]He looked at the pair with the pearly-eyed look a puppy would have: one that was beaten too many times, and had no home. Light was eager to help with anything; well, almost anything.[/i]
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Edited by BlindSwift: 9/17/2015 3:50:44 AMTheron: "huh kid you want to hear a story"
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[i]He nods, not too happy to be called a kid. [/i]
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Theron: "I was a man who appeared into a worl not knowing anything all I knew were skills, what's inside A book I had on me and I made my way while being kind snd generous so just remember never turn down the chance to help someone" -You see Elizabeth has fallen asleep- Theron: "Well looks like it's my time to leave kid, be safe out there" -He pats you on the head then picks up Elziabeth-
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[i]He nods[/i] All I have left of my father is his notes. His body has long since decomposed.... [i]He scowls at the pat on the head, but smiles a bit. He nods again, knowing that you had to go. Something in him wanted you to stay, but he knew better. He had business, besides, he worked better alone. With a small wave, Light raises his hood, and starts to walk off.[/i]
