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Edited by Stratos:
7/5/2015 2:40:15 AM
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*[url=http://img08.deviantart.net/1c7e/i/2014/174/0/b/bug_demolisher_by_sttheo-d7n0g8i.jpg]Colonel Jameson[/url] and [url=http://img05.deviantart.net/916d/i/2014/003/3/b/no_way_out_by_sttheo-d6pssva.jpg]Tarkson[/url], an ambassador, from the Stratos Collective arrive at the gates, flanked by several [url=http://img02.deviantart.net/adad/i/2010/351/b/d/mecha_by_sttheo-d34zbf6.jpg]giants[/url]*
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[b]The goliath stares at the company.[/b]
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*Tarkson steps forward and looks up and down at the Goliath* [i]Well ya gonna let us in or what?[/i] *Jameson rests on his weapon, as if expecting to be there for a while*
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[b]The massive stone creature tilts its head, incognizant of what the man is saying. A navy blue-haired girl walks out from the gate.[/b] He isn't too fond of visitors. Especially when they carry weapons and ill intent.
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*Tarkson steps forward to talk to the woman, but Jameson reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder* *He instead walks forward and as he passes Tarkson he whispers something in his ear, incomprehensible to you* *Jameson reaches a distance in which conversation can be engaged at a generally low volume* [i]You must not know about us then. I thought our presence was at least noticed by most if the larger civilizations around here. [/i] *He turns to look at the escort. You see Tarkson on top of a giant, tugging something out of the overgrown soldiers shoulder pack.* [i]We, are the Stratos Collective[/i] *Jameson turns back around, blocking your view of Tarkson.* [i]We're just here to make friends.[/i]
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Milady does not need the presence of those who would wage war so indiscriminately. Leave, or the gates will be stained with your blood. This is not my choice, but the orders of my master.
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Edited by Stratos: 7/6/2015 10:54:05 PM*is terribly confused* [i]Well then. We offered our help, and our friendship. You refused rather rudely. Any further hostility will not be tolerated[/i] *the next time you blink the entire ambassadorial party is gone, and a large [url=http://img15.deviantart.net/ec61/i/2010/259/b/0/helldiver_hellhound_final_by_sttheo-d2yu8f7.jpg]dropship[/url] is seen flying away* *a small box with a paper note tied to it is left among the grass. It reads:* [quote] [i]Jackass.[/i] [/quote]
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[b]The woman sighs a lengthy sigh, holding up her hand as her eyes begin to glow a lighter shade of blue.[/b] That was amusing. Offer help for what? [b]She peers into the box without opening it.[/b] Perhaps they meant hope. No... that would be even more unacceptable.
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Edited by Stratos: 7/7/2015 2:03:07 AM*a singular cupcake rest inside. The frosting says:* [quote] Sorry things didn't work out. It wasn't me. It was you. -Stratos [/quote]
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[b]Her expression turns to one of mild confusion.[/b] Well then, how odd indeed. [b]She opens a small rift of blue light, enveloping the box and teleporting it to the Goliath.[/b] Your treat.
