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9/5/2015 12:37:31 AM
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*the cloak cracks and pulses with electricity as I slow my breathing*
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[b]The electricity flows to the bow, forming over the fire. It seems that the bow was made for the archer who wields it. The bow now covered in electricity seems more comfortable for you now but the ends of the bow remain to be fire and smoke. The strange markings then turn to the color of your electricity. [/b]
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Crying isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long *pulls the string back a bit more and a streak of lightning strikes the tip of the arrow as it flies off into the distance*
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[b]He watches the arrow fly.[/b] "I see."
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*it explodes after traveling 25 miles sending electricity and shards everywhere blasting sand into the air*
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[b]He whistles.[/b] "Whoa. So how do you like the bow?"
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Very interesting *there's a slight spark in the aftermath*
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[b]He looks at it.[/b] "You like the bow?"
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Yes *there's a second explosion blasting the sand even farther turning it into glass instantly*
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"Huh. Looks like I did a good job."
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*slings the bow over my shoulder and hugs you* Thank you
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[b]Hugs back.[/b] "No problem bud."
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*you notice the cloak is made of black flower pedals*
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"Huh. Did you make this yourself?"
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Umm...yes
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"How?"
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Well I grew a few dozen special roses...plucked the pedals then sewed them together
