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3/5/2016 2:45:01 AM
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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]
