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10/8/2015 12:02:01 AM
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A man in a brown duster and cowboy hat uses a grapple arm to get to the rooftop you're on, and runs swiftly past you
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*Only the wind greets him as he passes, for the space is apparently empty* [i]Not him. Continue sweep.[/i]
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Sweep, for what?
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[spoiler]Italics are thoughts. "Quotes" are speech.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright. [/spoiler] I wait for him to walk a ways, and start following.
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*The presence continues along the rooftops, pausing sometimes to stare down at the street*
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I follow curiously, observing every movement
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*The presence turns towards you, and suddenly two red eyes stare at you, where nothing was a moment before* "State your business." *A raspy robotic voice comes from below the eyes*
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"Just wondering what exactly you were doing?" I say, grin on my face, as if I am speaking to an old friend rather than a strange man.
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"Searching."
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For who, exactly?
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"Friend, perhaps."
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Huh. What's the name of this friend, I may know him.
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 10/8/2015 12:49:03 AM[spoiler]Double[/spoiler]
