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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/9/2017 2:49:36 AM
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[i][b]The man turned, removing his helmet...[/b][/i]
[b][i]It wasn't him.[/i][/b]
[b][i]The man was Mexican, his hair pitch black and cut short. His eyes were purple, the same as Rahul's though, the two's body structure being similar as well. He spoke, helping Sawyer up.[/i][/b]
"Rahul? No, I'm sorry, I don't know that man. My name is Leon."
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"Ah shit, man! You really got my hopes up there," he exclaimed, slurring heavily but still walking towards Leon. "Thought you were an old friend from work. The lightnin', fightin'. Looked just like 'em." Sawyer extended a hand, shaking slightly. "Aaron Sawyer. Paladin," he said, showing yellowed and old teeth in a twisted smile.
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"Your friend sounds like quite the character." [i][b]Leon said laughing a bit. He shook Sawyer's hand.[/b][/i] "A pleasure to meet you, and apologize for getting your hopes up. Then again, I can see how you'd think I might be him. Not many people throwing lighting around is there?"
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"No not really..." Sawyer trailed off. His eyes rolled up into his head and he fell like a ton of bricks, unable to stay upright any longer. A bit of vomit spewed from his mouth and he begs to snore noisily in seconds, crumpling into a fetal position. (End)
