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Sure... Now, listen I like a good fight as much as the next guy, but who do I have to fight? And why? I'm just here to see another Forcewielder. [spoiler]Shadow, this is your queue to come in.[/spoiler]
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"You have to fight a lieutenant to prove that you're worthy to enter." [spoiler]If you want to fight shadow then Sketch is either going to have to call her or you're going to wait until Whisper replies.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Can you get her? I've got something planned... *laughs evilly* And no, I'm not killing her.[/spoiler] Are you a lieutenant?
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"No, we aren't lieutenants..." [spoiler]You aren't in very good standing with the Dojo... At all, so it probably isn't a good idea.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*sighs* Fine.[/spoiler] You aren't? Well this'll take a while... [spoiler]ORNSTEIN!!![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That isn't a good idea either...[/spoiler] "Um, y-yes it probably wi-werill-will!" [u]What go on Ske-Skret-Sketch?[/u]
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What? Dude, are you okay? [b]He runs to the gate.[/b] Do you need help?
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"Yers, I mean, yes... I-I'm erm..." [u]No noh-not agannrrrnn.[/u] [spoiler]Every now and then, Sketch and Sphan'Iri's instincts take them over.[/spoiler]
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Woah, man I think you need help. Hey! Hey! I think this guy needs help! Hey! [spoiler]Why me? Why...?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Luck?[/spoiler] *As Sphan'Iri and Sketch try to speak their words turn more into grows. Sketch seems to make some sort of strange bark. They both leap off the wall straight at you.*
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[spoiler]Pfft... Luck is overrated... But not in Fallout...[/spoiler] Holy Jesus! [b]He pulls out his light saber and ignites it. He force pushes Sphan'Iri away, and grips you in midair.[/b] Woah, settle down...
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*Sketch is, caught in midair, flailing around trying to get you. Sphan'Iri bites your hand holding the lightsaber and starts furiously shaking her head.*
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[b]I touch her in the side with the lightsaber, and she releases.[/b] Hey guys, calm down.
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[spoiler]Fine.[/spoiler] [b]I kick her until she releases. I cut her with my lightsaber. I push you into the gates. [/b]
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*You continually kick her but she shows no sign of letting go, she digs her claws into the ground and starts trying to pull the lightsaber out of your hand. Sketch hits the wall and then falls to the ground.*
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[b]I push her off of me with the force. She hits the wall next to you.[/b] Ow! Jesus... Hey! Can someone help? Please?
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*As you try to use force push, she digs her claws into your arm. A small, vacuum sealed leaf falls out of Sketch's pocket.* [spoiler]Sphan'Iri has three times the strength of a human so it is VERY hard to get her to let go.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]What is that, weed?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's catnip... Sketch is a cat/wolf hybrid and Sphan'Iri is a white tiger... In real life it is like the cat equivalent of weed but in this it's more like monster+redbull+painkillers.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I did...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No, there are just spoilers beyond my post, could you continue the RP?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I did... [/spoiler] [b]He uses Force lightning on her until she releases.[/b] Thank you...
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[spoiler]Well now you dead... And you can't make her release...[/spoiler] *Every time you shock her she just starts pulling harder and shaking her head more violently with the lightsaber in her mouth. Sketch starts sniffing the leaf and paws at it a little, cutting the packaging so he can smell it. He immediately eats it, turns towards you and Sphan'Iri and starts running towards you on all fours, barking.*
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[spoiler]Oh shit...[/spoiler] Get off of me! [b]His skin erupts into flames, and she lets go. He turns to you and electrocutes you as well. You turn over, and he walks over and runs your belly.[/b] Who's a good Sketch? Who's a good Sketch?
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[spoiler]What I meant was "well now you [i]did[/i]... Seriously? Character jacking?![/spoiler] *The hair on Sphan'Iri's face catches on fire and she immediately let's go. She starts running towards the nearby lake and jumps in. Despite you shocking him with force lightning, he keeps running at you, his eyes turning red. He leaps onto you, pinning you down as he bites into your shoulder.*