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2/22/2016 3:08:09 AM
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[b][i]The footsteps of two people round the corner, both Natalie and Alexandra coming into view of them, then glancing over at Wolf and Wilson before stopping and turning to them. [/i][/b]"The legendary Wolf and Wilson without the armour, a truly odd sight." [b][i]Alexandra remarks, taking note of both their appearances. [/i][/b]
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[i]Jackson looked young, around 22. His face showed no sign of stubble, and his eyes were a darker blue. His hair was blonde and curly, just covering his ears, his expression focused. He looked to be maybe about 5' 10", and had a fair complexion. Wilson on the other hand, stood about 6'3", and had dark brown hair. He was tanned from the sun of the Wastelands, and his face bore multiple scars across the right side. His eyes were brown, and he had the expression of a child in a candy shop whilst working with his guns. Jackson was the first to speak. [/i] Surprised I'm human, then? [i]Wilson simply laughed.[/i] Kinda hard to work on guns with the damn hands on that suit. Too -blam!-ing big.
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"Surprised doesn't even begin to describe it." [b][i]She jokingly stated back, admiring the suit beside him, occasionally glancing at the firearms Wilson worked on. Natalie on the other hand, she looked to be having just as much entertainment as Wilson, staring in awe at the guns and grenades, inspecting each firearm as if it's a puppy and she's a young child. [/i][/b]
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[i]Wilson had been working on an old Soviet-era AKM, and had the gun apart on the table. Beside that was a G3 and and several loaded magazines. Jackson continued to polish his dad's knife.[/i] Guess you guys weren't too keen on meeting the locals either.
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"Not to keen? I was seriously considering massacring all of them to take their tech..." [b][i]Alexandra states, drifting off in her sentence. [/i][/b]"I'll assume you just wanted their credits, remembered they probably don't have any, and came back here?" [b][i]She asks, leaning against the ship's entrance, while Natalie stares at the AKM intently, just thinking of the potential modifications to toss on that thing. [/i][/b]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/22/2016 3:35:15 AMI respect culture and all that, but I'm not exactly the most social guy around. I was more worried about Wilson killing them to be honest. [i]Wilson looked over to her.[/i] I like basic, but AKMs look good with bayonets and other fun things.
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"Don't just look good, feel good too. You ever get a shot to the balls, followed up by a bayonet getting jammed there?" [b][i]She asks Wilson, a slight smile creeping to the corners of her face, a thick Russian accent lacing her words. [/i][/b]"Well I sure as shit wouldn't blame him if he did." [b][i]Alexandra says to Wolf, a slight chuckle following her words. [/i][/b]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/22/2016 3:55:10 AMI like my cahones in one piece, thanks. Personally, I'm more a beat-you-to-death-with-the-gun-using-it-like-a-baseball-bat kinda guy. [i]Wolf looked up and replied calmly.[/i] I'm not exactly for slaughtering innocent people. I try to avoid that one.
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"I'll shoot whatever I need to in order to remain on top tech-wise" [b][i]She calmly says, walking away. [/i][/b]"Catch you later" [b][i]She calls out, rounding a corner, leaving just Natalie. [/i][/b]"Personally I've always liked just beating them to shit with my armour, and rushing the enemy. Though torture on the field is always a fun one."
