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Edited by Spyglass:
10/16/2015 5:47:46 PM
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Ginger reappears in the War-Room, fully clad in unfamiliar armor. Perhaps he used an ATLAS exo-structure as a base, for the armor shared some architectural traits with his signature armor, but this gear seemed more... Magnificent, even regal. The guards on his arms were large and sloping, forming a semi-sphere around his shoulders, which stood in sharp contrast to the comparatively thin forearm guards. His gauntlets, both supporting repulsers and more, were apparently larger in size than the forearm guards, though more discreet and subtle than they were in the past. His chest-piece shone a dull black, not quite shining but still radiant in its own fashion. It was heavier in the chest, and offered very little around his midriff (in lieu of mobility). On his back were a thruster pack, and the HardLight refractor he so relied upon. As a finishing touch, the armor was black, with white undertones and Crimson around the numerous contours of his armor, in contrast to the usual gold.
Quickly, he accessed the database and began catching himself up on recent events, shaking his head in either shame or apprehension when Scout was captured, and then the [i]Anvil's Guard[/i] made off with Ciri.
(Open to all for conversation).
English
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*walks over rubbing my left eye* Ah...so you're not dead yet. That's good
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He looks up from the terminal, rubbing his eyes "That [i]is[/i] good. How are you Kurai?"
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Fine...things could have been better but I'm not sure if we could have changed anything *pulls out my left eye*
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"Eey Ginger whats up"
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He looks up from the data terminal to look at Fyn. "Nothing much. I've been... Busy of late, and important matters needed to be tended to."
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[b]Fyn looks exactly the same as the last time you saw him but his golf club has a flamethrower on it[/b]
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"Err... Nice... Golf club y'got there. You look exactly the same as when I last saw you, by the way."
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[spoiler]really[/spoiler] "Don't age, and lethal add improvements, and I also bought 50 pounds of thermite
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[spoiler]Hey, you didn't give me much to go off of.[/spoiler] "Oh, cool. I age [i]very[/i] slowly, but I'll probably die in a few hundred years... Unless I die in the field, of course. Increased metabolism, all that shit. Sadly, it's also a curse, for I have to see a horrible negotiator like Python do his work for the next few hundred years."
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"I also burned a hole in my room"
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"I'm [i]so[/i] proud..." Sarcasm was evident in his voice as he started browsing through the terminal once more
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"And almost got put in a mental aslum"
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"I wonder why..."
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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 10/16/2015 7:25:39 PM"I know right I was trying to create a squirrel launcher, bot noooo they said it was against protocol"
