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8/27/2015 5:50:25 PM
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In a not too distant street, there is a commotion amongst a few civilians.
Underneath their feet, a strange mass of tiny bits of what looks to be metal slithers past in the form of a moving puddle. The fancily dressed men and women it passes under gasp and murmur excitedly to each other as if a celebrity has walked by them.
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" ... what?" Revy says as she observes the people's reaction the the passing metal. She begins to follow the puddle for closer observation.
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As you follow it, the mass of spiny metal bits halts for a moment, as if sensing something, and then continues on its way down the sidewalk of the street.
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She continues to follow, at a distance. [i]I'm stalking a puddle[/i] Revy thinks in her head and gives a small laugh as a result. This had to be it.
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The puddle of metal suddenly slips through a drainage vent. It has escaped.
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"Damn" Revy curses.
