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3/5/2016 1:49:10 AM
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[i]"It's a same pale moon near a large gas giant. My teacher would no more about than I do. His name is Damièn... A great man. He started the Monastery to provide safety for our kind. Dictatorship almost ran is into the ground. There's not many left and we keep the moon hidden as best we can."[/i]
[b]Zion seems all to willing to say anything. Though, he doubts she could ever find her way there.[/b]
[i]"Anyhow... I shouldn't be here..."[/i]
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She looks up at him plainly, smirking slightly. "Then leave."
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[i]"I'm not sure how... I am not good with machines..."[/i]
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Dahlia sighs, blowing hair out of her face. "I'm not very good either. Guess that means you're stuck here, then. May as well get aquatinted."
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[b]He gives a meek smile and holds out a gloved hand.[/b] [i]"Well, then I am Zion... Pleasure, miss."[/i] [b]He was polite... Very formal. He seemed too innocent for a place like this. Though his height and quiet disposition also seemed threatening and ominous.[/b]
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Dahlia shakes it very firmly, smiling. "Dahlia Silverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch."
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[i]"Right... So I take we are now friends...?"[/i] [b]Zion quickly withdraws his hand and pushes his hair back.[/b]
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Dahlia nods, her hand sweeping in an arc as to signify the whole ship. "I'd believe so, yes. I can bring you on a tour of the ship, if you want."
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[b]He shrugs, causing his toga to slump over his shoulder revealing a a long string of tattoos around his collar bones and shoulders. He adjusts and gives a curt nod.[/b] [i]"Ready to follow, Dahlia."[/i] [b]He gives a warm smile, full of joy and kindness.[/b]
