[b]Cyra is sitting down reading a book. The book has a leather cover and is tied together with lace[/b]
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[spoiler]He isn't turned, he's interested, he [u][i]IS[/i][/u] a gun for hire [/spoiler]
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[u]"What can you offer us?"[/u]
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"A god"
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[u]"Sounds good."[/u]
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"What's the pay?"
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[u]"Anything."[/u]
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"I'm in"
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[u]"Very well then."[/u]
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[b]He nods [/b]
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[b]Fear fills his eyes. He stands, frozen.[/b]
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[u]"What did you hope to achieve?"[/u]
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"To get back to my friends! To get back to my family!"
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[b]He sighs[/b] [u]"What did you hope to achieve when you hit me in the stomach?"[/u]
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"To create a distraction for Cyra to leave."
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[b]He looks over at Cyra, standing in the corner[/b] [u]"It didn't work."[/u]
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"Whatever."
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[u]"Hmm."[/u]
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"Why can't you just let us go!"
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[u]"I'm not just going to let you go."[/u]
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"Why not?"
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[u]"Because I'm not that kind of evil mastermind who just [i]Lets people go"[/i][/u]
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"Gah!!" [b]He collapses to his knees, breathing heavily.[/b] "Stop that!"
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"Seems like you're staying"
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"Frost! You fūcker!" [b]Ember tackles Frost, his eyes becoming cloudy again, glowing. His two front teeth become larger and sharper, and his nails turn into huge ass claws. Ember begins ripping Frost apart, rage in his eyes.[/b]
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[b]Nothing happens to Frost and he smacks you in the face[/b] "THE PAY WAS BETTER, EMBER"