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10/11/2015 1:25:31 AM
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*he glances back, and she recognizes him as a corrupt cop who may provide useful information on people*
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[b]she looks at the street below[/b] [spoiler]different character[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, alright[/spoiler] The man pulls a peice of paper out of his pocket, and it flies next to you accidentally
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[b]she looks at it [/b]
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It's a picture of the man and a woman, next to 3 men who look like dealers, all with X's over the faces, and the man walks over to retrieve it
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[b]she remains silent[/b]
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I grab it "I apologize, the winds blew it over"
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[b]she nods[/b]
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You okay?
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"Yes I'm fine" [spoiler]she speaks in a rosskayan (Russian) accent[/spoiler]
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Huh. Accent. I take it you're rosskayan?
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"Yes I am"
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Huh. So, what's it like there? I've heard they hate psions and love cyborgs
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"Its cold and depressing"
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Ah. Well, I'm moving a large group there soon. *he sits next to you*what brings you to this city?
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"Why do you want to know?"
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curious.
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"Hmm...."
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*i wait patiently*
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"I'm here for my own reasons"
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Alright, respectable. *he pulls a flask from his duster* want any? Whiskey.
