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2/18/2016 4:20:15 AM
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"I'm likely going to be killed..."
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[i]I won't allow it[/i] [b]He writes again[/b]
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"I won't force you into that, it's okay."
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 2/18/2016 2:20:22 PM[i]No, its not[/i]
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"Thank you, dreath. If you need anything, just shoot one of these into the air" [b]he hands dreath a seemingly very old revolver, as well as some flares[/b]
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[i]why can't you stay?[/i]
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"They'll hunt me. That woman is the last of my kind, other than me... She's safer here, they won't detect her... Hopefully."
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[i]You won't be hunted[/i]
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"I'm more worried about her." [b]he motions toward the room, with the woman[/b]
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[i]They're negotiating right now whether they should kill you[/i]
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"I've dealt with him. They won't harm her.. Only me."
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[i]Look, the reason why I want you to stay is[/i] [b]He pauses[/b] [i]I've never made a friend before because most of this army is a afraid of me and I've lost a friend before I'm not gonna lose another[/i]
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[b]his eyes dilate at the sight. This poor dude was alone, and he knew that feeling all to well.[/b] "I'll... I'll try to work it out with the shadowed one, maybe he won't have me executed if I can help him. I'm sorry if I frightened you. Do you need some place to stay?"
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[i]I got my ship[/i]
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"Oh okay. Who was this other "friend?" [b]he looks into what he think might be dreath's eyes[/b]
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[i]She's long gone[/i]
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"What was her name?"
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[i]Ivy[/i]
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"I'm sorry man, poor Amelia in there has had to deal with me almost dying and going on life threatening operations for 20 strait years... We're the last two wisps to ever walk these halls, or have the pleasure of being... Well, alive."
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[i]But let's not dwell on the past we have much more serious matters at hand[/i]
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"Very true. I guess I need to get ready... I need to meet with the peace arrangements down on Crux, shadow will definetly be far more forgiving there." [b]he sheathes sheathed a strange, beaten down, white rapier on his hip, the ruby in its golden hilt dulled by many years[/b] "I'll see what I can do to save myself, I'll see you if I can do anything..." [b]he walks through the hall, back to he hangar [/b]
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[b]He follows[/b]
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"Alright dreath, I'm gonna go speak to him. Goodbye." [b]he jumps into a dropship outbound for Crux, waving to him as the door shuts and the ship departs[/b] [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
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[b]He waves back and sheds a single tear knowing he might have finally made a friend[/b]
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(((End, also DAWWWWWWEEEE)))
