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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cthulhu The God:
2/18/2017 2:43:39 AM
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[b]He led her to a small doorway, into a building that was only two stories tall. It didn't seem very efficient to hold Titans... [/b]
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Em nudges his shoulder. "Nice place, Coop."
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"Why don't we head inside? It's bigger on the inside..."
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"Of course it is. Guys always say it gets bigger, but usually they're lying."
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"Hehe. You'll see." [b]He wrapped his hand around the door knob and pulled. As he did so, the wall of the house opened from the middle, and the two were staring into a large expanse of green with tents, Titans, buildings.[/b] "Welcome to the outpost."
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[i]Emma looks around in awe under her helm.[/i] "Damn, Coop. I love it."
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"Told you it gets bigger." [b]He snickered as he walked into the building [/b]
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[i]She follows closely behind.[/i] "Alright, fine. It really did get bigger."
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[b]The wall behind them closed [/b] "So this is the military, or rather Militia presence we have here."
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"Nice. So, where can I get a battery? Maybe a smart pistol? Those things are nasty."
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"No smart pistols. We don't make those available since they're limited. As for a better, talk to Seth, over there." [b]He pointed to a tent that had batteries imbued into the ground outside it [/b]
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"Thanks, Coop. I owe ya." [i]She walks into the tent casually.[/i] "Is there a Seth here?"
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[b]A man stood over a table, yet strangely enough didn't look much like a pilot. He faced Emma, and nodded slightly [/b] [i]"Aye. Seth Jensen. Special Forces." [/i] [b]He stood tall and extended his hand towards Emma [/b] "[i]Who might you be lassie? "[/i]
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[i]Emma takes his hand and shakes it firmly.[/i] "I'm Emma Gretzky. I was hoping to get a battery for my Northstar."
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[i]"Battery... Battery." [/i] [b]He looked at the table, which was literally covered in batteries. He grabbed one, and shook slightly. It turned a bright green and he handed it out towards her [/b] [i]"There ya go. You new around here?" [/i]
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[i]Emma hooks it on her back before looking back at the man.[/i] "Yeah, I am. Why do you ask?"
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[i]"Ya just have that look. Know what I mean?" [/i]
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"Yeah, I guess I would. Hey, any ammo for a Kraber?"
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"[i]Ya'd have to ask the gun guy. I'm just good with batteries. Sorry. "[/i]
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"Thanks for the battery anyways." [i]She walks out of the tent and looks around.[/i]
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[b]There were many Pilots and Rifleman around. Though a tent did catch her eye. A small line of four stood in front of the entrance, waiting [/b]
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[i]Em walks up to the line and pokes the guy in the back on the shoulder.[/i] "What's this line for?"
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[b]The guy turned around, wearing standard Rifleman gear [/b] [u]"Guns and ammo." [/u] [b]Two men stepped out of the tent, and two more went in [/b]
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[i]Emma stays in line and waits.[/i] "Thanks, rifleman."
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"[u]Yeah"[/u] [b]After a few minutes, Emma entered the tent and there stood a man, staring at magazine while loading it [/b] "[i][u]Name's Marker. Anything you need. Just ask. "[/u][/i]
