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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/21/2015 3:17:15 PM
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She lets a soft sigh escape her lips, felling the chill of the mid-winter breeze through her armour. "We should tell the Executor to get some better firewood, eh?" She chuckles and looks around at the other representatives, knowing all too well somebody's behind her.
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"He should. Or just get a Fireplace."
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"Maybe, but I quite like the rusticity of a fire pit." She looks back towards the voice, her bright blue eyes glowing like crystals.
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He took off his helmet and turned around. "Jason. Jason Grey." He had black hair and gray eyes (uh duh. Lol)
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"I'm Kira, Kira Talon of the New Monarchy faction, of course. It's a pleasure to meet a fellow faction mate." The giggles, not realizing how much of a child she sounds like.
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"Nice to meet another one. Where were you? You seem cold."
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"The Baltic Wasteland, lust past the border of Old Russia. I'm searching for a weapon that is rumored to be in that region." Her expression grows somber, knowing that the weapon she speaks of is banned to be used in the presence of the light.
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"What's it called?"
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"The Red Spectre, the Auto Rifle that was later bastardized into the Pulse Rifle known as Red Death. Legend holds it's still out there."
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"You mean this thing?" He pulled out a Red Death, branded with New Monarchy colors.
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"No, unfortunately. If it were, I'd pay anything to own it." She lets a brief sigh escape, looking down towards her feet.
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"The Red Spectre doesn't exist, unfortunately. I mean, who would keep a downgraded version of a weapon? The Red Death is as close as you'll get to it."
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"Maybe so for you, but I'm a collector." She grins and tugs at the side of her cape, somewhat agitated by it.
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"I could probably make one, but it'd take a while."
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"Worry not my friend, I will find one eventually." She chuckles and grabs her knife from her belt, twirling it on her index finger.
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"I wish you luck then."
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"Thank you, and don't be afraid to tag along once in a while. I wouldn't mind the extra bit of help." She bows her head, and stands attention, not letting the shivers get to her.
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"Where you heading off to?"
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"As for now, the Dreadnaught. However, I'm not too sure what comes after. You in?"
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"Sure."
