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1/5/2016 2:52:01 AM
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[i][b]Jakob is seen, Grey walking next to him. He carries a crossbow on his back.[/b][/i]
"And another fresh blood." He says, laughing
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Edited by Forum Therapist: 1/5/2016 2:53:11 AMLaugh all you want, just toss me your wallet and pint me towards the food.
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"One, it's free for FN. Two, your going the right way. Three, lighten up a bit! For once no ones attacking us."
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One, awesome. Two, thanks, but there is a directory on the wall. Three, that's true, but I'll be a lot happier with a drink and a sandwich.
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"Ain't that the truth. Can't we just get a drink with the IF and then beat the shit out of them?"
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I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it. Now, about that food...
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Edited by Lordbakon: 1/5/2016 2:59:58 AM"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry too. Cmon, let's go." He says
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By all means, lead the way. [b]Nobody bows dramatically, gesturing for you to lead[/b]
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[b][i]He laughs, the starts walking. Grey follows.[/i][/b] "Yes, he's a Greyhound. And yes, he's not a pet, but a friend." He says, and you see a large three claw scar on his back, going from his right shoulder al the way down to his left kidney
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Slightly badass. Gonna need to see more than a scar though old man.
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"Oh that. Well, that's what happens when you wrestle a bear. And a Russian. I think it was the Russian who did that."
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What the- Alright, you're telling me this with a beer in your hand.
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"No. I'm completely sober. I'll take that as an offer though."
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It is indeed an offer, one I'm hoping you'll accept.
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"Cause a sane person would turn down an offer to drink? Anytime, including now."
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[b]Fist pumps[/b] Well come on, what are we waiting for? [b]Nobody takes off at a jog towards the mess hall[/b]
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[b][i]Jakob takes off, easily beating your pace.[/i][/b] "Cmon, let's see what you've got.
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Alright old man, you asked for this [b]Nobody ducks his head slightly and takes off as fast as he can, his arms trailing behind him, knowing if he falls he's gonna feel it in the morning[/b]
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"Funny thing is I'm 25." He says, and grabs your arm, flipping you.
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[b]Falls flat on his face, and just lies there twitching[/b] [b]Mumbles something incoherent[/b]
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[b][i]He picks you up.[/i][/b] "Say again. Sorry, couldn't hear you with a mouthful of concrete."
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Up. Yours. Old. Man. [b]Slowly raises his arm to flip you off[/b]
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[b][i]He helps you up.[/i][/b] "Now, threats no way to treat a fellow soldier."
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Mhm. Tell that to the crick in my neck and the lump on my head that's sure to follow.
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"Cmon, let's get those drinks. It'll ease the pain."
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Alright alright. Don't expect me to run anywhere.
