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2/20/2016 5:32:03 AM
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"Fine, you're rude. Apologize, and learn manners while you're at it."
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"Nah."
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"Then I'll take the high road." Dahlia extends her hand, covered by a black leather glove. "Dahlia Silverjaw, professional mercenary and bitch, former Chamion of Barton Prime."
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He declines the shake. "Call me KillJoy. Merc. Former super soldier."
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"I prefer Legend, thank you. C'mon, give me a shake. It's impolite."
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He sighs and shakes. "There."
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"You could've had it your way, Legend. I would have been fine; but how do we clear the air? Not that I normally would want to, but you don't exactly want to be untrusted when you're traveling into a creepy and abandoned lab."
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He nods to the lab. "Let's actually head in."
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"I'd be glad to." Dahlia points to the entrance. "Ladies first."
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"Then go."
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"There's only one lady here, and she's not the one talking. Hurry up before you bunch your panties, cowgirl."
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[spoiler]-loads revolver- What you sayin' about cowgirls, Ver?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Shhhhh.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Xeno: 2/20/2016 6:11:16 AMHe chuckles and walks to the lab.
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She follows in toe, keeping her back to Legend, her high-powered six shooter [u]Sand Demon[/u] holstered. "I don't like the look of this place. Not one bit."
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"Uhuh."
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She tilts her head slightly, still facing to the opposite direction of Legend. "Do I sense sarcasm?"
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"Possibly."
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"Give it to me straight, boss. Don't beat around the overgrown bush."
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"But I burned the bush."
