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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/30/2017 2:52:26 AM
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The Hunter sat down at the table, and sat on his cloak.
He stood up again to make sure he didn't sit on his cloak again.
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"That's a fancy cape you've got there by the way." Cylus says. "As I can see, you seem to take pride in it."
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"Most Hunters do," Havoc notes appearing.
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"Heh, sorta like Batman." Cylus says to himself.
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"Yes, I like my cloak. I have a collection," Mark said, sighing.
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"Cloak for every outfit?" Cylus asks sarcastically
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"More like, Cloak for every gun I've ever owned. And I could probably arm every adult in the Last City," Mark said.
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"Huh. That's a lot of cloaks" Cylus says with a chuckle.
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"Yeah.... a lot," Mark agreed, "But that's a small collection compared to some other Hunters."
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"Huh." Cylus said, lost in thought
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The Hunter lay his head down on the table.
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"What are we doing here Mark? Like really, what [i]are[/i] we doing?"
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"Trying to avoid depression," the Eco sighed.
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Cylus leans back and sighs also. "Aren't we all?" His bird, Grifter, comes back around and perches on his shoulder. Letting out a chirp, he pecks at Cylus' head, trying to catch his attention. Looking to the bird, Cylus raises his brow. In turn, Grifter jumps into Cylus' lap and nuzzles against him. "Well, I guess to do so," Cylus says to Mark, "we need someone to be at our side."
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"A good friend hard hard to come by, especially for lone scouts," Mark muttered.
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"It doesn't have to be that way for you Mark. Allow yourself love." Cylus says.
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"I am waiting, for the right girl," Mark mutteted.
