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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 12:54:24 PM
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Chloanne sighed, just one single day to her alone was something she couldn't get.
"Sir! Why the hell did you kill that man? Just curious is all."
She said, covering her upper body with one of her arms and reached for her clothes in the other..she had a Rail Pistol tucked in them just in case she was assaulted.
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"he was scum, was all.........and dont 'sir' me, I'm not even an adult" he seemed 15
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"Well aren't you the cutest little edgelord here?" Chloanne said. Which was probably a bad idea.. But he did have it coming. Her grip on the pistol tightened under the clothes.
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he sensed your actions from how you held yourself, he seemed an excellent judge of others "better than being dead, or worse, a nobody" he seemed to take a little offense but kept himself at the ready just in case
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"Well can you like..go or something? I don't like people staring at me while I'm well...nude."
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"Your fault being in a public area, mind if I dump the body in another spring?"
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"Not around here." Chloanne said, still trying to cover herself up with her arm.
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he sighed, and with a flick of the wrist, made a small firebolt appear in his palm, which he throws into the body, causing an acrid smell to meet you and a puff of smoke as per the cliché shit, he was gone after the smoke dissapated
