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2/24/2016 11:41:45 PM
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"IM SORRY DUDE, I HAD TO! But in my defense, that was A: a stowaway that tried to deal me a slave, which was my own child by the way, and
3: he tried to kill me first, I need to eat a PERSON to survive mate, I'm sorry..."
[b]he hands silver his handgun, a red Glock 45 with "I cannot live with you, nor without you" on the barrel in gailic.[/b]
"If you wanna shoot me do it now."
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*he studies the weapon then aims at Wheatley, ready to fire, a look of intense anger in his eyes. However, he lowers it shortly afterwards "No."-Silver *he crushes the gun with his hand, and drops the remains of it to the floor "You saved my life, and I cannot kill you when you have done something like that for me. It goes against my morals."-Silver
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"Awe, cute... Now I'm gonna need to fix that gun..."
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"Leave it. I'll get you a better one."-Silver *he motions for him to follow, then turns to walk down the hall
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[b]he cautiously and reluctantly follows[/b]
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*Wheatley sees Silver open the door of one of the rooms and walk in
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[b]he subcontiously draws his sword and walks in[/b]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 1:22:58 AM*he sees the walls covered in weapons and gear. On one table is a block of Melnoch and pieces of weird armor. On another is a set of Alliance commando armor and weapons. Silver is standing next to the strange gear, and points to the other table, working on the Melnoch and armor pieces
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[b]he immediately takes the most unassuming or normal handgun[/b] [spoiler]idc what it is you describe xD [/spoiler]
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"There are better weapons you can take."-Silver *he starts fusing the Melnoch with the bits of armor
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"Your right...." [b]he takes a damages .308 hunting rifle off of the wall and slings it over his shoulder by a homemade sling. He holsters the .45 caliber revolver, damaged and unassuming.[/b] "These will make fine platforms..." [b]he walks over to a workbench and stabs himself in the shoulder with a bent knife [/b]
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*he barely looks up, continuing to work "Pretty weak templates. I could get you better."-Silver
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"I can improve apon them..." [b]he removes the knife from his shoulder and covers the weapons in his blood so they are completely covered in crimson. He checks the bullets and does the same to them.[/b] "You need help with that melnoch mate? You seem to have trouble controlling it..."
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"I'm fine with the Melnoch. It's the other parts of the armor I mainly need to work on."-Silver *he fuses a few more pieces and makes some kind of strange helmet, very different from anything Wheatley has ever seen before
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"God... Is that a..." [b]he looks totally lost for words, you know those instinctual things where you just KNOW to be on alert? That was coming at him in spades[/b]
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*he puts the finishing touches on it then holds it up "Finally. The first part of the Mark 8 is complete."-Silver
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"That looks incredibly familiar... Hunter armor. People coming from the Avalon to slaughter my people and steal them away, men, women, children, ALL SLAIN.[b]he rants for awhile inaudibly[/b]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:04:11 AM"I based it off of the armor of my friend Phoenix, my friend Antonia, experimental Jedi armor, and some of my older armor types. It must be coincidence that it looks similar to the helmets of the people you hunt. As for Avalon, the last I heard of that planet was that it's government was being tried by the Alliance for a genocide. I guess I know which genocide now."-Silver *he places it down and starts working on some other parts of his new armor
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"The genocide of my people, I'm a third generation clone."
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:27:25 AM"I know. You told me 9 times already. Why did these people even attack your people in the first place?"-Silver *he starts working on the pieces of leg armor
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"We have to feed on human flesh to survive, which is why I ate that guy. If we don't eat at least a small bit of flesh, we will stave within a week. Which is why the hunters have turned stitching our mouths shut into a game. Find two wisp children, steal em away, stitch em shut and bet on who's lives longer. Then the survivor is barely fed and forced to work until it dies, where it is eaten, which was supposedly a delicacy. We tried to reason, maybe we could eat the suicide corpses, maybe the cadavers or executionees... No. Just like the rest of our planet, the wisps where struck by the vile hand of man and sent flying into the unending embrace of the vacuum, my brother was one of the two survivors, the other being a woman, who quickly shot herself, intimidated by the glowing eyes of hate that always shines in mans eyes... Even yours, silver. Back there, when I let you shoot me, if you didn't already know me you would have blown my brains against the wall with no remorse." [spoiler]sooorrry that was really long xD[/spoiler]
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Edited by SilverPulse620: 2/25/2016 3:33:07 AM"Only because you brutally killed someone. Even then, I probably wouldn't. It goes against my morals to kill anyone, except for a special few who have killed or maimed those close to me. If you were one of those, I would have killed you back there without even using the gun."-Silver [spoiler]Its fine. I like long explanations most of the time.[/spoiler]
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"I'm surprised you didn't rip my intestines out the moment you met me, I wasn't exactly a valuable companion in that time... How long ago was that, two, three years?"
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*he turns away from his work to face Wheatley "Years? I met you about 5 months ago at most. Do your people age at some hyper-advanced rate or something?"-Silver
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"Maybe? I dunno, I had my sanity drop kicked out of a metaphorical seventh floor window into a metaphorical trash bin where it was metaphorically eaten by metaphorical street dogs... And yes, yes we do. Our average lifespan is like, ten in you years.
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"Ten? Wow, your people really do age fast. Interesting."-Silver
