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1/2/2016 5:27:30 AM
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"Uh, how've you been?" [b]He asked, downing the last shot of vodka after.[/b]
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"Depression, divorce, and dead son, you?"
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"Divorce, and complete and utter destruction of my entire bloodline." [b]He said, sighing.[/b]
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"Including Lena?!"
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[b]He nodded, wiping his eyes slightly.[/b] "I was off on a mission, and some bandit outfit or something... I found the bodies in my apartment when I returned."
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[b]He slams his fist into the table so hard it snaps it like a twig. [/b]"I'LL MURDER THOSE MOTHERFŪCKERS, AND MUTILATE THEIR FAMILIES"
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"I don't have any leads." [b]He sighed, straightening his tie.[/b]
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"You don't have leads, though I have 7 billion people ready to attack"
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"Believe me when I say, it was the cleanest kill... I couldn't trace it to anyone." [b]He sighed, rubbing his forehead.[/b]
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"Location, time, date, bullet used?" [spoiler]oh, I'm turning this into a story arc. [/spoiler]
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"My apartment, 13:50, Third of May.. About the bullets.. There were bullet holes... But- no bullets." [b]He rubbed his slight beard on his chin.[/b]
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"Shit, give me a minute" [b]he says, and a 7'5 man in green, EVA variant Spartan armour walks in. [/b] "You telepathically called?"
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[i]"Who the hell is this?"[/i] [b]He thought.[/b] "Uh."
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Jt: "Jason, meet Hunter, me from another dimension"
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"Oh, hello Hunter."
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"Hunter here is going to possess you and tap into your memory, then rewind time and freely roam to the murderer, getting a look at his face"
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[b]Inside of Jason's mind, something locked entirely.[/b] "Murder? What murder?" [b]Almost as if the murderer was telepathically watching.[/b]
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[b]His ghost exits the body, before jumping into his mind, looking for any memories of the murder, suspicious of him"[/b]
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 1/2/2016 6:05:19 AM[b]No memories of the day are found, oddly.[/b]
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[b]He goes to the closest time, before or after the murder[/b]
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[b]You find a memory after, Jason crying into his arms, surrounded by bottles of alcohol.[/b]
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[b]He pops in there, reversing time, outside what he remembers, to see the murder scene[/b]
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[b]You see a blur zooming around the room, a corporeal and unseen figure cutting down the bloodline.[/b]
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[b]He pauses the memory and analyzes the figures face[/b]
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[b]It has no face, just an odd corporeal blur, misshapen tentacle like appendages creating bullet like holes through everyone in Jason's bloodline. Not a bandit, as Jason thought.[/b]
