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2/2/2016 9:44:32 PM
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"He was behind me...but that isn't important. Who are you? What are you? And why are you here?"
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 2/2/2016 9:52:45 PMWho am I? Lucifer. What am I? A fallen angel. Why am I here? Curiosity
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"That's...great. Just great." He smiles, showing his palms as he hangs the sniper rifle on his back. Spectre slowly steps towards you. Soldiers begin to protest but he shushes them. "If you are who I think you are, then you know what this is." He takes out a small object from his back pocket. A VCR tape. He looks at you, about four feet away with a questioning glance.
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A VCR tape...wonderful waste of time and space [b]the shadows ripple as his long wings unfold revealing feathers as black as the night sky with small specks of silver and white dotted like stars across their surface[/b] Not as impressive as this [b]it pulls out a old book made of skin from the shadows[/b]
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"Lucifer...do you want to join the Rebellion? As you can see, we can use all the help we can get..." He puts the VCR in his back pocket.
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I don't plan on playing your little games until I'm given a reason to [b]he reassembles a sniper rifle firing a round, after ricocheting it off several surfaces eventually making a new home in the paralyzed mans head, after gathering a blood sample he tosses the rifle to a soldier before discharging several colored flames disappearing from sight[/b]
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Spectre shakes his head and looks around. "Back to work..." He grabs his sniper and begins taking more shots at targets.
