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Apophis, what. The hell. Were you doing. [b]Spyin in people. Trying find out what was-[/b] You really -blam!-ing have no idea what we got ourselves into, do you? [b]No. [/b] Look, I don't know who you are, I'm Kyle, and this is my brash partner.
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Of course you don't know who I am. [b]She hops down with a rustic grace unknown to you. The sound of her boots hitting the gravel is almost nonexistent.[/b] I'm afraid skulking around these parts is far from legal, gents.
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Look. I apologize. My friend here is- [i]Kyle, Sorry to interrupt, but you have an incoming call from an unknown-[/i] Block it. You seem important. Or at least you feel you're important. What's your name?
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Hecate. To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting such an unusual duo?
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I was looking for the red guy. [b]Racist. [/b] You're a -blam!-ing demon! [i]Guys. Calm down. [/i] Zeta, don't tell me what to do. [i]Of course. [/i] [b]For Christ's sake, let's continue. [/b] Are you an actual Goddess, like the Greek one? Or just named Hecate?
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I prefer to think both, but narcissism aside, I should warn you: For a rogue such as your pal there, it's dangerous for you to be lurking in this land.
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This whole world is dangerous. How we handle that danger is a choice. My first try was a weapons manufacturing company. The government ruined it, now I'm a mercenary with an A.I. And a Chaos Demon. Funny how that works out.
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[b]Unamused by small talk, she turns to leave.[/b] what you fail to understand is that through your piety, the world has always been dangerous. People like yourself attribute to this. but people like us... We're the reason heroes exist.
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Heroes? From what I've heard about June, she's far from hero. [i]June is dead, yes?[/i] Yeah. She got burned. [b]You are incorrect. [/b] What? [i]The -blam!- are you talking about? [/i]
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We are not the package, just the messenger. We are far from being heroes.
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Well when the heroes come, I'll be there. Watching. Waiting to cause- [b]-The chaos, make things harder. Use magic and-[/b] [i]-Technology to turn the tide of the battle in the way that benefits us. Missouri had morals. They tied him down. Us? We do not. [/i] [b][i]Good day, Ms. Hecate. [/i][/b] *We teleport off*
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[b]She sighs, chuckling at her own prowess. as she raises her hand, she holds a knife of her own design.[/b] Oh... I don't think you will... [b]She trots off, twirling her knife in her hand, whistling a funny tune.[/b]
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[spoiler]Well that was interesting. [/spoiler]