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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax:
9/23/2015 11:49:19 PM
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[b]Astrid works at her forge in unity, making some adjustments to her armor so the spines on her back fit into it better[/b]
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He smiles. "I'll see you then." Tommy picks up his armor and walks out the door.
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"Bye!" [b]Astrid smiles and goes to deal with her claws[/b]
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[spoiler]New post or continue later?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm going to bed so later[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]k[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm back, make a new post, or should I do it?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's up[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll do it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]oki[/spoiler]
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[b]a group of matriarchy soldiers walk by outside[/b]
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[b]Astrid watches them walk by while she works on her armor[/b]
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[b]you see a woman walking in the center of the group of soldiers[/b]
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[b]Astrid looks at her, examining her appearance, she decides that she must be someone in the high ranks[/b]
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[b]they seem to be headed back to the matriarchy city[/b]
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[b]Astrid goes back to working on her armor, the engravings are extensive and detailed[/b]
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A rough man named Sawyer approaches from behind and puts his hands on Astrid's waist, and pushes his waist onto her behind.
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[b]Astrid yelps in surprise and quickly turns around and slashes at him[/b]
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Sawyer pulls back as the knife flies by his face, and he draws his trusty boomstick Matilda from his giant holster, grinning as Astrid looks down the barrel of the gargantuan shotgun. "Y'know, It's nothing personal. Just doing my job, lady."
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[spoiler]she is a night remnant, she has claws[/spoiler] "Do that again and I will kill you."
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 12:56:21 AM"Oh, you're Night!" Sawyer chuckles, and loads Matilda. "I guess it is personal."
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"It's not like I want to be this! You can blame my father for rapêing my mother!"
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"That's like sympathy for the Devil. No matter mushy back story's, I don't much care for the Night. I have a mushy backstory pertaining to your race as well, but I ain't on for sharin'. Nonetheless, your new job is giving me one good reason I shouldn't blow you head off."
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"I can't give you a good reason, sorry that I can't go on about how I should live, if you're going to shoot, just do it."
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Sawyer laughs hysterically. "You are... hilarious. For a Night, you are quite the, heh, gut buster. They are usually giant buzzkills. No, you're not dying. You are coming with me. My employer will do what he wants with you, I get paid, I get out of your hair." There is an awkward silence. "What the hell are you doing? Move," Sawyer says, waving his gun in the direction of the smiths exit.
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[b]Astrid grabs her armor and walks, before she does, she flips him the bird as she walks out[/b]
