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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/20/2015 2:34:26 AM
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"Oh yeah... If you have a better plan, do tell me. I'm not good at the tactical stuff that most of you guardians can pull off..."
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D: Well, I'm pretty sure papa Oryx is all grumpy-wumpy over the fact his son was killed by yours truly with his own sword. I, for sadistic reasons, keep a shard of Crota's soul in a container in a bunker I have somewhere around the good 'ol Cosmodrome. You tell me who they are, I bring them all there, they take a nice shower with Crota's lingering spirit-fart, and we're all happy dandy ready to swing at oryx in his own place.
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 10/20/2015 2:42:20 AM"Great, I'm not sure how to react to the way you put it but ok, your help is appreciated. And please stop shooting at me from now on..."
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D: No promises. I have to say, that transformation is plenty convincing. If you weren't hive, I'd be acting an entirely different way. [i]David goes back up to the platform with his team, and they're transmatted to thier skiff, and they fly off, back to the stars. [/i]
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[b]xerox sits down by her self, she thinks about her ship before remembering what happened[/b] "Great! It will take a week to get back to the city from here! The bastard had to destroy it!"
