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1/9/2016 5:14:32 PM
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He jumps in fright, and turns quickly in a flurry of sand at his feet to see what the hell made those noises.
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From atop the automaton's shoulder, the wounded man in the leather jacket and tarp cloak turns his head quickly to look at you. "Who the hell are you?" he asks hurriedly, gripping his Smith and Wesson.
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[b][i]No one is seen, but he is heard.[/i][/b] "What? Disembodied voices aren't normal?"
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He looks wildly around for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "Hey, robot, can you scan the area for any other people nearby? Or something along those lines?" he says to his mechanical friend.
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[b][i]Jakob becomes visible.[/i][/b] "Wow. Serious much?"
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He locks eyes with Jakob. "Who are you?" he asks again, this time unholstering his revolver.
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"Jakob, Codename greyhound. Your looking for me."
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His eyes widen behind his goggles. "Are you--" He is suddenly interrupted by the crackly transmission from Paladin Aaron which plays through thick static from the voice modules of the robot. "[i]Holy shit![/i]" he cries, "Robot, we just found the fuçking way!" He then looks around wildly for the large structure north of Erot. "Get to the structure, robot!" he shouts.
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[b][i]Jakob follows.[/i][/b] "Yes, I'm FN."
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((Continue on my reply to Veration's transmission post))
