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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 4:53:36 AM
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*Vorim looks confused.*
[u][b]Huh... How did I carry you?[/b][/u]
"Well, we may be short but we're generally stronger than humans... Plus adrenaline may have been a factor too."
[u][b]I w-was kinda freaking o-out... And I u-used the r-regeneration field generator t-to heal you.[/b][/u]
English
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"I've got no idea in hell what that is, or how it works, and I have a feeling I don't wanna know. Tell me, was I followed? By the Legion? I did kill their leaders..."
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"I'm not sure... Vorim was the one who brought you here..." [u][b]Legion? W-What do they do?[/b][/u]
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"They murder, steal, kidnap, take and sell slaves. And a few other things I'm not gonna mention. Let's just leave it at they deserved it."
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[u][b]Wow, s-sounds like it... I-It's good y-you killed their leader![/b][/u]
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"It won't take them long to replace them. It might demoralize them for a little bit, but I really need to find a way to wipe them out. Either of you know how I can do that?"
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*They both shake their heads.* "I don't know of any way to wipe them all out... Destroy their camps or wherever they stay maybe... But we would probably need some serious firepower..."
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"We'd need some damn powerful explosives is what we'd need. Then there's the matter of taking out the bunker below it... Full of dudes in Power Armor. Unless you got some serious AP rounds, we'd need an actual plan..."
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"Power armor? Isn't there like a fusion core in the back that's their weak spot? You can just pluck it right out and they'll have to take off the armor right?"
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"No. It's not that shitty Boston Power Armor. No Fusion Cores. They have the most powerful armor in the game, and it never runs out of power. That armor runs as long as they live."
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"Game???"
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"Game? What the hell do you mean 'game'?"
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"You called it [i]the toughest armor in the game...[/i]"
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"Game as in, 'In the business.' Did you think I meant an actual game?"
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*He looks slightly embarrassed.* "Well... Maybe..."
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"What game would we be playing? The game of life or some cheesy shit like that?"
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"I don't know... Sorry... Just because I'm fluent in English doesn't mean I still completely understand it... I thought there could've been another meaning or something..."
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"There isn't. Now, am I well enough to leave? Alice's gonna kill me for getting myself shot by those crimson dickwads."
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"Yeah." [u][b]Y-You're completely healed n-now... Mister rude...[/b][/u] *Sketch turns to Vorim, a mixture of pride and shock on his face.*
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[b]I chuckle, I'd been antagonizing him for this reason. Knew the guy could stop stuttering like a maniac long enough to insult me.[/b] "Good man! Knew you had an insult or two in ya!" [b]I get up off the couch, turning for the exit.[/b]
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"Well... I hope next time we see each other you'll be less rude to me... But that's one of the first times I think Vorim has had the courage to insult someone here without someone dying first..."
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"Listen, I was dying, I was in shock. I was gonna be rude. But hey, you ever want a drinkin' buddy, or somebody dead, come talk to me. Least I could do."
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"Well... We don't drink... But thanks for the offer..."
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"Really? Care to educate me why?"
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"We have an extremely low alcohol tolerance. I can get drunk on a single glass of wine if it has an unusually high alcohol content for wine..."
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"Ah. I see. I also see how you assumed I only have alcoholic drinks. I have nigh-on everything in my room, man."
