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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2016 8:58:18 PM
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"Now,"
[i]Jason began, turning around to look up at the smaller man, head hidden behind a helmet, two grey-silver eyes peering through a golden Plexiglas visor. [/i]
"They're jus' fuсkin' pricks. Point meh ta 'em 'nd I'll add 'em ta mah hitlist, cuz I ain' havin' aneh o' tha' shiet, eh? Oh, no, fuсk tha'. Though, I assure ya; da Dojo folks don' do tha' shiet. Da folks who do are asses. Asses ta be fed ta da hounds 'nd torn ta pieces."
[i]His voice was a lot more calm and.. normal now that he wasn't trying to reach and entire crowd - though it was nonetheless powerful and booming, with a rough edge and a mechanical accent to it.[/i]
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Edited by Atom: 11/26/2016 9:17:29 PMUh... Sure. [b]The man wasn't exactly sure what you had said, but it certainly was in his favor. He gave a raised eye brow and smile before speaking again.[/b] I assume you'll have no trouble doing the deed, eh? [b]His voice had hardly changed, besides his volume, it still had the sharp, cutting edge to it. [/b]
