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12/30/2015 4:24:58 PM
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"No you didn't. We are protecters. If people look up to us and see us killing ourselves, it shows them that we can't stop the bad guys. If we stand against our problems and face them with an iron will, we give them hope."
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[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b]
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[b][i]They sit down, and Jakob orders some rum.[/i][/b]
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[b]He still fiddles with the gun[/b]
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[b][i]He downs the bottle, and orders another[/i][/b]
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[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b] "I-I'll take a bourbon"
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[b][i]A waiter brings you a bottle, and Jakob continues drinking his.[/i][/b] "So, what do you do? Are you a scout?"
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"Engineer" [b]He takes a chug and continues to fiddle with the gun[/b]
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"Well, I'm a scout. Good thing your still alive then. Going to need people to make sure our weapons work."
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"Uhuh...." [b]He fiddles with the gun again[/b] "And done!"
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"What? Fixed it?" He says, and readies something under the table. He kept his blowpipe, along with all his other stuff, from Corra, and got a few sleep darts made.
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"You can stop that"
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"Not for you." He says, and holsters it again. "Or at least not now."
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"Alright" [b]He pulls out the revolver and says what he did with it[/b]
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"Nice."
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"Indeed"
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"Well, I'm going to get some shuteye."
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"Night"
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"Night." He says, and leaves. [spoiler]end[/spoiler]
