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Edited by Poisoned Argon: 8/14/2015 3:59:28 PMStranger: "Wow Fyn people acutally like you around here" Fyn: "Shut up"
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I'll take that as a yes...I'll be back here in a few minutes with a syringe *walks to my room*
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Fyn: "Okay" [b]The stranger giggles[/b]
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*after 5 minutes I come into the room holding a syringe* Are you ready?
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Fyn: "Ready as I'll ever be"
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/14/2015 4:10:06 PMNot for this you won't *removes the cover from the needle and positions the syringe over your eye* Are you sure you're ready?
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"Yes bruh"
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/14/2015 4:17:16 PMAlright then *i stick the needle into your eye and inject the contents then remove the syringe*
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[b]I grab my eye[/b] "Gah!"
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I'm sorry but that's the best way to get it to work...it should close your wounds in a few minutes but you're probably going to feel like you're high
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"Good to know"
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I guess so *draws a dagger out of the sheath on my boot*
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Stranger: "Who's this guy Fyn?" Fyn: "Charles this is lethal, lethal Charles
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*flips the dagger and it extends into a scythe then takes another bite out of the lemon*
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Charles: "Cool knife"
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"Fyn I'm still confused on why there is a bunch of people here"
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There are things you shouldn't question
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Charles: "Can I question why your eating a lemon"
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 8/14/2015 6:16:43 PMWell it's edible so I might as well
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Charles: "True"
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Charles: "So why are you here?"
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Because to them I'm apparently the team pet
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"What do you mean"