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9/24/2015 2:03:11 AM
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The Night holster their guns and light the whole place up with gunfire as Tom and Sawyer dolphin dive to cover behind a metal stool as bullets whiz over their heads.
"Any suggestions?" Sawyer screams, which is hard to hear from the amped-up thunderclap of guns blasting away.
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"You stay here and keep them pinned, I'll flank left." He looks around at his surroundings and chambers a round in his pistol.
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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 2:26:37 AM"Anything sounds fun at this point!" Sawyer stands up, firing the shotgun blankly at the Night and diverts attention from Tom as Tom sneaks away, flanking the enemy from behind and stealthily, picking them off by blowing their heads off one by one, the roar of Tom's large-caliber hand cannon only masked by the incessant booms of Matilda, which are loud enough to shake the whole pub.
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As he drops yet another Night, he takes cover and begins to reload. "SAWYER! YOU STILL ALIVE?"
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"In one whole meaty piece, Tommy-boy!" Sawyer screams, sliding over the metal booth and running with extreme grace from one Night to another, blowing their heads off. He is as swift as a tornado on the prairies, or a ballerina on the stage. Except he is seeming Night to hell with a inhumanely large boomstick. After not a single Night lackey lives, Sawyer turns around with a s mile from ear to ear, and says, "I was waiting for the day when the Night actually put up a fight. Sadly, I'm still waiting." Sawyer walks down to the bar with Tom following in suit, and Sawyer reaches behind it and pulls out a whiskey and two glasses, and pours both.
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Tommy looks at the one of the Night bodies and takes a gun off the body, slinging the rifle over his back.
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"Want a drink? Killing makes me parched." Sawyer sits atop of the bar, holding his glass, waiting for Tom.
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"No, I'm alright." He starts examining the rifle, walking around trying to find some more ammunition.
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"Your loss." Sawyer chugs down the shot of whiskey, and when he is done smashes the glass, and downs the bottle in less than 30 seconds. [spoiler]Cool RP scene; what days are you free for that UN city attack (IRT)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Tomorrow night, about this time, Friday, open (I think) after 4 EST[/spoiler] He picks up yet another magazine and stuffs it in his back pocket. "I found myself a rifle and tons of ammo, that's no loss."
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"Nice."
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"Yeah, gotta say, the Night have some pretty decent guns.....or they're weapons they picked off dead versions of us."
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"Wishful thinking, I see." [spoiler]Gotta catch some Z's. We'll continue in the morning [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler] He nods, leaning against a table.
