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9/24/2015 1:35:51 AM
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Tommy walks in, limping to his leg. He closes the door behind him and checks the be sure he has his wallet on him. He walks up to you.
"Excuse me, do you work here?"
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"Yes, I'm the person in charge, how can I help you." [b]he notices her claws and spines on her back[/b]
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"Looking for armor. I got shot earlier and when it happens again, I don't want it to hurt as much." He smiles, knowing she's Night.
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"Ow, I think I have some good armor for that." [b]Astrid opens a cabinet and looks for her last work she made[/b]
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"How much do I owe you?" He pulls out his wallet and starts looking through his cash.
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"My armor is cheap but strong, I know friends that gather the materials so this will be at least 2,000 dollars."
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He pulls out the money, nearly depleting all of his cash. "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"
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"Sure, what is it?"
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"Now, I have nothing against Night, but I've always wondered, do you get crap for being....well Night?"
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"Yup, all my life I have been treated like a monster, and I guess some of that has made it into my head."
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"Sounds like a living hell."
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"You have no idea, but things have been getting better."
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"That's good, I guess. I was made fun of because I was too tall." He shrugs and you notice just how tall he actually is: 6'7".
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"Wow, you're tall, how's the weather up there?" [b]Astrid says jokingly[/b]
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He chuckles a bit. "Pretty decent. How's the weather down there?" He says, joking, obviously.
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"Good, just right."
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"So, my armor, what can it stop?"
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"Most projectiles, all metal melee weapons, it can survive a few shots from energy weapons, arc light will tear through it of course, this is one of my best armors."
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"Sweet, you got a holster I could buy too?" He picks up the armor and examines it.
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Edited by Inquisitor Vaax: 9/24/2015 2:33:49 AM"Yup, there is one built into the armor, it slides in and out of it."
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While he's examining the armor, he sees the holster. "That's amazing. I think you might be the best armorsmith I've ever seen." He smiles.
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"Thanks, the art has been passed down through out my family."
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He nods. "How long have you been working on this kinda stuff?"
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"All my life, made my first dagger when I was seven."
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"Wow. When I was seven, I was playing football with my buddies."
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"I grew up outside the city, where shit is really bad."
