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He nods. "Alright. Just gimme a sec here..." A blue light comes out of Python's eye, scanning her. It comes up with the exact dialect and language that she speaks. "That should work...."
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[b]She tilts her head.[/b]
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"Talk in your native tongue. I should be able to understand you."
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"C-Can you?" [b]She sounded a lot younger than she looked.[/b]
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"Yeah, I can understand you.....wait, how old are you?"
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"Y-Y-You can hear my voi-...." [b]She began to slowly step back.[/b]
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"Yeah....what's wrong? Are you ok?" He looks concerned.
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[b]She looks at him, then jumps to the ceiling and cuts open a vent grate.[/b]
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He shakes his head. "Why do they always run....?" He jumps up into the vent and crawls after her.
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[b]She crawls as fast as she can down the vent, sometimes opening grates behind her to slow down Python.[/b]
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The grates don't slow him, with the force of a freight train, not much can. He eventually catches up to her, almost within arm's reach.
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[b]She quickly cuts open the vent right under her and slips out.[/b]
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The vent breaks under Python's weight and her cutting the metal. He falls flat on his face and is slow to get up, but he does and runs after her.
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[b]She runs around a corner and leaps onto the ceiling, then cloaks.[/b]
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He jumps, grabbing her by the arm and pulls her down. She remembers the cloak didn't work on him. Python holds her in front of him. "Why'd you run?"
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[b]She squirms.[/b]
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He chuckles a bit. "You're not getting out that way. Tell me and I'll let you go."
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[b]She continues to squirm, and her systems started shorting out.[/b]