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Edited by Xeno:
2/20/2016 2:49:28 AM
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[spoiler]The only differences is the armor is black, and instead of the receipts tagged to his armor he wears a black and white American flag as a cape/scarf/cloak/hood. [/spoiler]
Legend arrives in his [url=http://www.fantastic-plastic.com/MilanoArt.jpg]ship[/url]. He drops onto the surface, his black and white American flag cloak blowing in the wind. He made his way to the complex. Many weapons adorned his armor, as well as stickers and writings.
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Dahlia waits, leaning against a cold metal wall for someone to show up, as she sees Legend. "Well look who it is, the guest of honor."
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Before she could utter the words she had 2 guns aimed at her. One a revolver the other a pistol, both seemingly high tech. "Talk." His voice was American, metallic and cold.
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Before the Paladin can talk, Dahlia has already slid her sword across the floor and colliding with Legend's feet, making him fall over. The mercenary then puts her booted leg on his neck, holding a giant revolver to his helmet. "I'm a bitch you don't want to mess with, a bitch on your team. And Christ, have more manners around ladies."
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Edited by Xeno: 2/20/2016 5:22:50 AMHe slams his foot on the sword, stopping it. As she jumps at him he catches her by the throat and holds her up. His armored fist threatening to break her neck. He stares at her through his helmet. "Don't. -blam!-. With. Me."
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Dahlia shoves him off of her. "Dahlia, you damn bastard. We're both Pioneers."
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"And? I'm not one to take chances." He sighs and begins to walk past her and towards the complex.
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"I'm not gonna hurt you; thought we could see what the hell is in this place, but you don't need to be an asswipe."
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"You can start on the right foot to not call me asswipe."
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"Fine, you're rude. Apologize, and learn manners while you're at it."
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"Nah."
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"Then I'll take the high road." Dahlia extends her hand, covered by a black leather glove. "Dahlia Silverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch, former Chamion of Barton Prime."
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He declines the shake. "Call me KillJoy. Merc. Former super soldier."
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"I prefer Legend, thank you. C'mon, give me a shake. It's impolite."
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He sighs and shakes. "There."
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"You could've had it your way, Legend. I would have been fine; but how do we clear the air? Not that I normally would want to, but you don't exactly want to be untrusted when you're traveling into a creepy and abandoned lab."
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He nods to the lab. "Let's actually head in."
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"I'd be glad to." Dahlia points to the entrance. "Ladies first."
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"Then go."
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"There's only one lady here, and she's not the one talking. Hurry up before you bunch your panties, cowgirl."
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[spoiler]-loads revolver- What you sayin' about cowgirls, Ver?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Shhhhh.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Xeno: 2/20/2016 6:11:16 AMHe chuckles and walks to the lab.
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She follows in toe, keeping her back to Legend, her high-powered six shooter [u]Sand Demon[/u] holstered. "I don't like the look of this place. Not one bit."
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"Uhuh."
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She tilts her head slightly, still facing to the opposite direction of Legend. "Do I sense sarcasm?"
