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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/15/2016 2:53:30 PM
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[i]He observed her silently. She had known Wilson, Phoenix, and his father. Two of those three men had died, but he figured that he already knew this.[/i]
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[i]Indeed, warrior.[/i] *A voice, a woman's, lightly brushes across the fortress of Wolfe's mind. A simple knock, neither demanding entrance nor asking it Across the courtyard, she looks up and tilts back the old sombrero to reveal the eyes of an older, battle worn survivor.* [i]Great men, all of them. Not good, by any means, but great in their own.[/i]
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Even the most evil must be respected for their skill. [i]He said calmly. The touch of his mind was nothing too unusual, for he knew that she could not get inside. He did not fear it, either, for she was not an enemy.[/i]
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[i]I am proud to once have called your father an ally, if not friend. I would extend the same gesture to you.[/i]
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Well, I see you thought very highly of him. He was a good soldier, and as much as I want to say he was a monster, he meant well.
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"Monsters often do." *She smiles, stripping away the illusion of humanity with her black eyes and pointed teeth.*
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Of course they do. It's the reason they often come into power.
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"Power. It's all about power." *Her red eyes and pointed teeth fade away as her glamour goes back up* "Enjoy your life, kiddo. Mortals don't have long."
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Especially not in my line of business.
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"Indeed." *She looks back down to her book and continues reading*
