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4/23/2016 8:55:26 PM
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Leo sits across from wrath. "2 beers," he growls as he stares down wrath. He now wears a collared leather jacket over his kit to cover his tattoos.
"Something tells me you and me share blood. Hiver?" He growls
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Edited by Xeno: 4/23/2016 9:02:00 PM"Wrong." The man took his beer, and drank for a bit. "If you shared my blood I would know, Leo." His voice was rough, edgy, and experienced.
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"Every hiver shares blood. And I ain't ever seen someone with the edge from somewhere besides a hive." Leo says a he drinks. "live to work, and work to live. Little bit of hive gang wars to show you how real men fight."
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"I am not one of your [b]hivers[/b], fool. Now leave me be."
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Leo smirks and puts a data slate with instructions to Brims exclusion zone. "Were going to be breaking the quarantine and playing with some real good shit. B3 nice to know there's a killer with me than another soldier." With that Leo leaves.
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The man scoffs, getting up and departing from the bar.
