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1/9/2016 8:52:21 PM
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Fr: "Motherfuсking fine then"
[b]The stumps vibrate and grow[/b]
English
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[i]he still doesn't look up from the revolvers[/i]
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[b]He stumbles away[/b] Fi: "That was....strange"
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"Yup"
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"Looked like the start of a couple of wings...."
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"It would seem so" [i]Justin hopes the fūck out and starts to walk away, past fire, scared shitless by this whole ordeal[/i]
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"He's....fresh to all of this..."
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"Yup. He's innocent, the nice guy in my team, so not really used to this shit"
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"One must wonder why you keep such an inexperienced person around"
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"1: he boosts morale. 2: I brought him along the Avalon to try and make him less shy, maybe find someone for him. 3: he's a decent shot"
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"But if he'd run away during battle, not saying he will" [b]She looks to see if her words hit him in the wrong way[/b]
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Justin: "I'm not the type to leave my friends alone in combat" [i]he says, visibly saddened[/i] JT: "if he gets angered, he can hurt even me; not an easy task. So he ain't one to flee"
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"Aha"
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"Aye" [i]he says, and Justin walks away, looking sad yet hiding it well, but not perfectly though[/i]
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"Think my words hurt him...." [b]her tone is sad[/b]
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"yeah, they really did. Just not gonna say that in front of him"
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"I didn't mean it that way..."
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"Well, gotta clarify that with him, not me"
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[b]She runs after him[/b]
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[i]He is collapsed on the ground, pulling a small razorblade out of his pocket, rolling the armours sleeves up[/i] [spoiler]ain't depression a bitch, huh?[/spoiler]
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[b]She quickly levitates the blade away[/b] "Don't"
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[i]he pulls a second from his pocket[/i] "Ain't nothing stopping me"
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[b]She stops him from moving his arms [/b] "Telekinesis"
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"Fūck"
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[b]She smiles[/b] "Can you stop trying to cut yourself?"
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"Why the hell would I do that?"
