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2/22/2016 3:04:24 AM
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*he barely notices
"A very old friend. A Spartan, actually. She was a member of Cyprus, but died on a Phazon planet a month before the Cyprus Event, during the crash of the Escapade. She was one of the few members of Cyprus I ever trusted."-Silver
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" that sucks mate. Trust is like a weapon too powerful to be wielded by a single man, so another must assist you. If you work together well, that weapon is gonna decimate people, yet the other person is always tempted to turn it on you, and they will, it's almost always more beneficial." [b]he does a flip to land on the ground[/b] "BUT no one gives a shit about my sob stories, you need help with your cogn-GOD DAMN IT! Melroch?"
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"I'm good."-Silver *the metal continues to morph his suit, transforming it "The sad part is, I think I might have actually had a crush on her. It is still hard to tell for sure if I did. Cryo messed with my memories a bit. All I do know is that Icier tried to keep her death a secret from me. He said it was to protect my mental state. He failed to do so, and finding out if she was dead was one of the reasons I came back to the Milky Way."-Silver
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"HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH your lucky mate, someone actually TRIED to preserve your mental stability?! I had no one after Shepard died... And Willow... And Caroline... And Roger.... And Tara.... And John..." [b]he continues listing names off, and it's rather clear he isn't gonna stop until you cut him off[/b]
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*he places his hand on Wheatley's shoulder "I take it you lost a lot of friends. I see we both have that and our desire to help the innocent in common, at the very least."-Silver
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"Hehe yeah, and I almost got the gallows for it." [b]he twitches and grins literally ear to ear as he stares at a survivor of his wrath, being loaded out of a dropship, revealing rows apon rows of razor sharp teeth[/b]
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*he turns to look at the man, then back to Wheatley "I take it that was your work, is it?"-Silver
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[b]the man notices him and laughs[/b] "Nah, that's Rick, he's my medic."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/22/2016 3:38:14 AM"You are a medic? Well, I guess ripping people apart and eating their organs gives you a bit of experience and knowledge of human anatomy."-Silver
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"Not me dude, Rick, he's the dude that ends up saving my ass every time I lose and arm... Hopefully not the prosthetic one." [b]he motions to his right hand[/b]
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"You are an augment? Me too."-Silver *he motions to his entire right arm, electrifying it
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[b]he rolls back his sleeve, revealing a highly outdated arm, painted white. It is rusting in many places and sparks slightly at the wrist[/b] "I've had mine since I was 3... I had to learn how to build on to it, otherwise I likely wouldn't even have an arm."
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"Got mine when I became a SilverPulse. It is what allowed me to control my electrical abilities to the point where I can use them effectively. I was 17 when I was put through the augmentation process. Took a lot of time to grow used to this thing. Now, I can't imagine living without it."-Silver
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"Mine has existed longer than I have, so it is atleast 27"
