originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]They were lounging around outside. [/b]
"Your weapons, sir?"
English
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"Stop calling me 'sir'," [i]Alyssa murmured, a little uncomfortable. She pulled the key out of her pocket, blinked, and the key transmuted into a four foot long bo staff, a two foot titanium spike at the end of it. In her right pocket was a paint brush, although it most certainly wasn't just a tool for art.[/i]
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"Would you prefer miss? Or ma'am?"