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8/13/2015 10:11:07 PM
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[b]Blake looks at you and quietly laughs before thinking to himself.[/b] "Am I at an asylum or a military outfit?"
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*catches the dagger and it extends into a scythe* I can see you find some humor in my actions
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"Yes, humor..." [b]He gives Jazz Hands and holds back a laugh.[/b]
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*taps the butt of the handle on the ground and the blade doubles in length* There are times and places for humor
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"Possibly, though I should be asking who you are."
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The last thing in the universe you should strike a bargain with
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"That I have no idea of."
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Read the bible and you'll have an idea
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"Hmm, okay." [b]He thinks for a second and flinches.[/b]
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What's the matter? *grins and the scythe folds back into a dagger*
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"So you're a demon? Makes so much sense, pilot must've drugged me."
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There are many demons let me know when you find out which one I am
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"Okay, I still think that pilot drugged me."
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Maybe because you didn't notice your handgun is gone
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"Did you steal it?"
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That's such a strong word but yes I did *tosses your handgun back then looks at the ground next to my leg*
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[b]He catches it and examines it for any damage.[/b]
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/13/2015 11:23:22 PM*it's perfectly fine except for a strange pulsing residue located on the trigger, you can see I'm becoming agitated* Stop it
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Edited by Rimidalv Nisom: 8/14/2015 12:06:37 AM[b]He throws the gun at you and yells.[/b] "What did you do to it! I should kill you right here."
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*catches the gun and looks at it* Seems like I spilled some dark matter on it...I can clean it off if you calm down
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"No, you messed up everything!" [b]He takes his DSR-50 off of his back and turns off the safety before muttering a few profanities to himself.[/b]
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Dark matter is the complex version of mass *pricks the residue and it evaporates*
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"You...messed....up....my...weapon." [b]He stares at you and chambers a round for his rifle.[/b]
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*walks over with a wicked smile and grabs the barrel of the rifle and positions it over my heart* Do it...I want you to pull that trigger and damn me right back to hell
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"No, I'm not wasting a bullet on you." [b]He holsters the rifle.[/b] "I guess I'll be buying another pistol." [b]He lets out a sigh.[/b]
