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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
11/23/2015 5:42:23 AM
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He downs it in a single swig, sliding it back for a refill. "Go ahead if you want."
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"So whats a soilder like you doing here alone drinking all this anyways?" He got a shot of whiskey and downed it fast
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"War does horrible things to the liver." He says it blatantly, putting the flash drive in his pocket.
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"War? Fill me in. You dont seem like a guardian. What war?" He downs another shot
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"On the dreadnaught. lost another fireteam there."
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"That's... Tough. We've both been there, right Duvanix?"
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"Yeah...." his drinks were getting to him slightly
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"Ohhh [b]that war[/b] I see now"
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"Sorry, I don't follow. Which war are we talking about?" Autumn asked Duvanix.
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"on the dreadnaught. trying to drive it back home or to hell."
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"Oh. I must've not been around for that."
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"Avoid it. We don't need to lose you 'Youthful guardians with so much left to do.'" his voice has changed into mocking Zavala, eventually reverting back to his own voice, except a bit more solemn. "so much left my ass."
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"I can't avoid it. If I want to help my friends then I have to kill Oryx."
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His voice is raised. "DON'T GO!" he begins breathing, trying to calm himself. "Stay outside the ship. we need older guardians inside."
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"Why does my age even matter!? Besides, I'm old enough to make my own decisions," she snapped at him.
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"Autumn im agreeing with him on this I went in and almost didnt come out.....I got every night trying to rescue your freind for you"
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"You... You did?"
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"Yes.... I did for every night since you told me....I just wanted you to be happy" [spoiler]we should move to my thread soo btw[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]k[/spoiler] "Thanks, but I don't want someone to so it for me," Autumn said, hoping she didn't hurt Duvanix's feelings.
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"Cmon lets go" he walked out of the bar but said "good luck" to the drunken guardian
