originally posted in:Neo Punks
[spoiler]oh
My gut feeling betrayed me, lol[/spoiler]
[b]She sighs, a few drinks couldn't hurt...
She jumps down, flashing upwards at the last second to break her fall, as she walks to the bar[/b]
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[b]She spots the man sitting at a stool, whiskey bottle in hand[/b] [spoiler]Lmao, that's cause you're from RoB, where everything could wreck you in a heartbeat and is happy to do it. Nanopunk players are super chill unless the characters got shit against each other [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kek You ain't seen Chaos until you meet my Phazon army[/spoiler] [b]She sits a few seats down, keeping an eye on the man to be sure he doesn't try anything, as she orders some scotch[/b]
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[b]He drinks the whiskey, ordering a 2nd, and he seems completely calm. Inviting, even. [/b] [spoiler]Oh god, the name is even intimidating...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hehehehe...[/spoiler] [b]She kept quiet, sipping her drink as she watched the Super Bowl broadcast, Cardinals vs Rams[/b]
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[b]Eventually, he leaves the bar, and goes outside [/b]
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[b]She notices after the door shuts, paying the bartender, as she follows him out Beings who she is, she tailed him, although she seemed to be taking a simple walk down the street[/b]
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[b]He turned into an alleyway, reaching into his duster, alone[/b]
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[b]She hesitates, but turns invisible It pays to be a Radient, helps a lot when your a Thief [/b]
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[b]He is in the alley, smoking a cigar, not noticing you[/b] [spoiler]Well, you want to keep creeping? XD[/spoiler]
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Edited by Sardonyx: 12/13/2015 4:35:50 AM[spoiler]yup[/spoiler] [b]Eventually she gets bored waiting, sneaking up behind him as she pulls out his wallet, years of thievery have made her a pro at pickpocketing[/b] [spoiler]wallets still exist, right? RIGHT?! tired of getting griped at for missing stuff, lol[/spoiler]
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[b]Being friends with a pickpocket and knowing the signs of it, he notices her, he grabs her arm, twists it, and puts her in an arm bar[/b] ((Martial artist)) "It's not wise to do that with me"
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[i]"Yeah, felt like it anyways"[/i] [b]She breaks free, flipping around to face him as she winks back into sight[/b]
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[b]He steps back, unfazed, lighting the cigar[/b] "And who would you be?"
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[i]"Another face in the crowd"[/i] [b]She stands upright, but keeps on edge[/b]
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[b]He relaxes[/b] "This face have a name?"
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[i]"Well, I wouldn't exactly trust a man that carries a rifle with him, let alone a whole Fireteam at times "[/i]
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"That's all due to my status. I'm considered a terrorist in 50 countries because I have men, guns, ammo and a base in international waters"
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[i]"Well, even better then"[/i]
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"Whys that?"
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[i]"I was joking, dumbass"[/i] [b]She looks over at him[/b]
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"Hey man, with my status, I can't afford to assume it's jokes"
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[i]"Then lighten up a bit, take that stick out of your ass for starters"[/i]
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"That's why I've got the cigar, trying to lighten up"
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[i]"Mhmm"[/i]
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"So, any reason you're trying to steal my shit?"