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"So it just randomly opens?"
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"The owner of said pocket dimension has to open it"
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"So... Is there a way to ask him to open it?"
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"If you see him"
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"But he's in the pocket dimension, correct?"
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"He'll come out eventually"
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"[i]When?![/i]"
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"I don't know"
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"[b][i]God FUÇKING dammit![/i][/b]" he barks, and throws his Smith and Wesson down on the ground in rage. The revolver triggers and fires a .44 Magnum into his thigh, shredding the black denim of his jeans and making blood fly. He collapses onto the ground in pain and yells in agony. "[b][i]JESUS H. CHRIST, MY LEG![/i][/b]" he cries, his face becoming red with pain.
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"CALM DOWN OR I WILL BE FORCED TO OPEN FIRE"
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"[b][i]I just got my leg shot by a .44! What the fuçk is this?![/i][/b]" he cries, and growls in more pain.
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"CALM DOWN"
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"[b][i]Fuçk you, I'm in intense goddamned pain right now![/i][/b]" He then reaches over painfully with an agonized groan to collect his revolver and holster it.
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[b]It aims its high powered plasma rifle at him[/b] "CALM. DOWN."
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He growls through bared teeth, a tear coming from his wide, tense eyes. "[i]Calming down![/i]" he says harshly. He rocks back and forth on the ground, gripping his leg.
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[b]It stays silent but still aims at him [/b]
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He timidly stands up, stumbling a little, but eventually straightens himself, leaning on his unharmed leg. "There's gotta be November operatives outside of the pocket dimension..."
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"Indeed"
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He looks up at the automaton standing over him. "Will you help me find them?" he asks.
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"Sure'
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"Okay. Well you can start out with helping me by giving me a hand in walking."
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[b]It picks him up[/b]
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((Reply to Bakon's posts now too))
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[spoiler]He hasn't replied to me[/spoiler]
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((Okay, well he's replying to me, and all 3 of us are in the same RP rn)) He looks wildly around for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "Hey, robot, can you scan the area for any other people nearby? Or something along those lines?" he says to his mechanical friend.