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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/20/2015 3:28:42 PM
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"Yeah I've never heard of them... Do they know... About you going AWOL I assume?"
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"Oh! It's a long story. My father was a Centurion of their Rank. He was given a diplomatic mission with the city, and that's how he met my mother."
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"Damn.... You must have been a [i]really[/i] big kid... No offense though."
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"Yeah... my mom must've [i]really[/i] love my dad..."
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Edited by cyberattaq: 9/20/2015 3:51:26 PM"God that labor must've been hell." Rex laughs. He pats Fra' arkis on the shoulder. "So would you like to join me at the bar?" "Rex I don't think that's a good idea." He sighs with an exasperated look. "Lydia I'll be fine."
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"Sure thing! Problem is you have to find a Bar with a big enough door..."
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"Oh this door is plenty big." Rex motions for Fra'arkis to follow him.
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[b]he smiles, and follows Rex.[/b]
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They arrive over at the place nicknamed 'The Hunter Hideout', although it served everyone. As they walk by he looks over at Amanda Holliday, the shipwright. She looks over at him from her ship blueprints and smiles, waving over at him. Rex waves back, smiling warmly at her. They had become good friends as Rex was constantly returning from missions. "Amanda Holliday... The shipwright if you didn't know her." He keeps the smile as they descend the stairs into the bar.
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"I know her... she's the one that made my Harvester work you know."
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"Ah I never knew Holliday worked on Harvesters!" He sits down.
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"Well, it's not often a Cabal needs a ship!" [b]he sits down, taking up an entire bench.[/b]
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"Yeah I bet that's not a request she gets often right?" Rex chuckles.
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"You got that right." [b]He takes off his helmet and puts it on the table.[/b]
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"So... How what was your childhood like? I mean not to be rude but we're there like.... Racial issues?" Rex looks over interestingly at him.
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"Racial? Nah, not at all. Where I grew up, among fallen and Guardians, people were really accepting. I just had some problems with... Well size."
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"What people making fun of you or literally had trouble with doors?" The bartender hands them each a beer.
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"The latter one, mostly. And, well, let's say I had a separate education from most people... my looks aren't exactly my greatest quality..."
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"Hey man there's always someone.... People who judge by just looks need to get slapped." Rex shrugs and smiles warmly at him. "What do you mean by different education?"
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"Well, I was always a lot bigger and stronger than all the other kids... so I was trained appart from them."
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"Ah I see...." He nods. "So not to be rude but are your race smart? Like you seem like a smart guy but your cousins.... Eh."
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"Well... considering we rule a galaxy-wide empire... we're pretty smart. Here, I had this personally engraved." [b]he shows him the back of his helmet, in which six words are engraved.[/b] "Those six words are all synonyms of 'Charge.' Did you know that there is no word in the Cabal dictionary for 'retreat'?"
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"Ah yes.... What is it.. 19 or something total?" He smiles at Fra' arkis.
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"No, only those Six. I like that, as a symbol of who I am, and what I represent. I am not only a Guardian of this city, but a Guardian of the Light itself. And I will not flinch under the pressure."
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"Ah us Titans are very valorous aren't we." Red chuckles. "But as the walls I'v the city it is our jobs to stand against the Darkness.
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"Although sometimes Zavala makes it sound too intense for my taste..." [b]he chuckles.[/b]
