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9/24/2015 1:45:46 AM
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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."
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"I grew up in the ghetto, had about 5 friends that I could actually trust." He smiles, remembering his childhood.
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"I guess we both had a tough upbringing."
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"I'm sure yours was tougher."
