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10/8/2015 3:31:30 AM
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[i]He raises his sleeve to show a prosthetic arm; a sleek charcoal gray, a plating that's one with it. It's not bulky, yet full-looking, simple, yet you could just tell there's more to it than meets the eye. Anyone who knew Alon knew that he always has something up his sleeve. This time, literally. [/i]
Well... I kinda... ah.... lost my... left arm....
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He chuckles. "You went too deep, my friend."
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[i]He laughs as well, scratching the back of his head sheepishly with the prosthetic, not too concious of which arm was flesh or metal; it was smooth either way.[/i] Well... maybe.... at least it wasn't brutally ripped or cut off... it kind of turned purple... like glowing purple, like a light... and uh... vanished.
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"Sounds like a drug trip." He finishes his last burger and grabs his beer.
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[i]He laughs again, smiling now.[/i] Unless those Necrons had some drugs goin in the air, I don't think so. Whether it was or not, I lost it. And I got this custom badass piece of machinery... was awake for a whole week straight modifying this thing...
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He sips at his beer. "Phantom teach you that?"
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[i]He shakes his head[/i] The All-Weeker? Or the arm? Well, neither. I taught myself. Perfection takes dedication. [i]He grabs a beer too, sipping it sparingly.[/i]
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"All weeker? Better be careful, you'll go blind." He laughs as he sips at his beer.
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[i]He looks at you, smiling.[/i] Dragons don't need sleep as much... we just sleep more, and stay awake longer. It's in the blood. [i]He sips the beer, coughing.[/i]
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Python finishes the beer and throws it into a trash bin ten feet away. "Threes for days." He grins.
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[i]Alon attempts the same, hitting the same shot, grinning.[/i] You're not the only one who can ball, my friend... [i]He laughs, getting up.[/i] Now... where can I get some ice cream?
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"There might be some here."
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[i]Alon looks around, searching relentlessly for any sort of frozen dairy goodness aboard this ship[/i] C'moooooooooooooooooooooooooon where is iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit?!
