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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by A Stormy Dio:
10/21/2017 4:03:13 PM
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"Um...42,000 credits?" The turian had told him, still confused as to why Cravis needed all his boxes.
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"Wait- how much for three boxes?"
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"...depends on the size, really." He says, shrugging in response.
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"The smallest".
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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“Like, 500 credits.” Was all the Turian had told him, grabbing three boxes. “Any specific way you need the boxes to be?”
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The man handed over the money. "Only that they are the originals used to transport the sticks."
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“Of course.” The Turian told him, giving the boxes to Cravis. “There you go; anything else?” He asks.
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"Do you know where any RSP- any guardian universe stuff is?"
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“You mean Last City Guardian-type thing? Creepy people were here earlier claiming to be part of some ‘Dead Orbit’ somewhere around here.” The turian told him.
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Oh, those guys, the idiot-ceptionists, I'll go there. The man walked over to dead orbit.
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“The End is nigh! Love our brothers whilst you still can; escape from your homes; everything will be touched by the darkness!” The Dead Orbit Representative yelled, a few people in Dead Orbit hoods joining him...although one facepalmed at all of it.
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The man sighed. "Hey, can I buy some boxes?"
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"Of course my brother. How much shall you need?" The representative asked.
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"Three of the smallest boxes you have."
