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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/3/2016 12:42:02 AM
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Tryin' to figure out what the f*ck you're supposed to be. About all I'm gettin' is mutie. [i]He said, observing her.[/i]
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She stood at a seemingly short-ish height of 4'7", her features looked quite natural despite the fact she didn't happen naturally. "Its not something i like talking about.." she said quietly-ish, folding her arms, looking to the right shyly.
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Well, compared to the other muties, at least you can talk half-decent English... [i]He replied. Standing in a full suit of X-01 MKVI Advanced Tesla Power Armor, Alex Wilson was quite an intimidating figure. His M2HB heavy machine gun sat atop his right shoulder, the skull of an alpha deathclaw atop his left. A large knife was situated in a leg holster on the inside of his left leg, and two large revolvers sat at his hips. Two belts of .50BMG ammo crossed his chest, and on his back, beneath his Old World Flag cloak, an M240B, an M1 rifle, and a machete. On the rear of his waist, a sawback Bowie, and an M1911 in a shoulder holster. The helmet he wore was still spattered with blood, and the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix graced his chest-plate. He towered over her at near seven feet tall. [/i]
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"Well, im not necessarily mutated."
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You're a f*ckin' overgrown coyote that's talking to me. Sounds like a mutie to me.... [i]He replied.[/i]
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She sighs, frustrated. "Fine, call me what you want. I need to be somewhere else anyway..." She walked away, sounding rather hurt.
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Yeah, mounted on someone's wall... Damn pests. [i]He said, heading on his way.[/i]
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She sighed stressfully, entering the nearby starbucks. (end or naw?)
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((ooh, nice emphasis.))
