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9/21/2015 12:25:11 AM
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[b]Gunz For Funz, Cedyetica...[/b]
A lone figure pushes his way into the shop. A ragged leather jacket and some baggy and ripped jeans hug the man tightly due to the torrential rain outside. After looking around and seeing that there was barely anyone there, he looked up... Revealing a sleek black metal head with about a dozen eyes painted on his matte noir visor.
He pulls his hood back up and begins to look around, seeing if anyone can help him. His posture is guarded and looks as if he's ready for anything.
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[i]A young man enters the shop: his medium-length silver hair is plastered to his forehead, his black leather jacket bearing no hood. Baggy black jeans cover his legs, moist from the rain, and a white tunic underneath the coat. It was speckled with red near his left shoulder, but he quickly readjusted his jacket to cover it up. His gaze turned to the store clerk, and he sighs with relief at the lack of one. Pulling a collapsible compound bow from his pack, he whips it open, inspecting it over himself, cleaning it absentmindedly. He seemed to have no intention of buying things, and didn't take visible notice to your presence.[/i]
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[spoiler]long time no see Phoenix [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Who are you again...?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]remember Jon and Emily from the arcanum? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ohhh yeaaaaah[/spoiler] [spoiler]Whats up lol[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]not much[/spoiler]
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[b]A man enters behind, wearing a beaten looking leather jacket, jeans, and a scarf that covers the lower half of his face When he enters, the air in the shop seems to get colder He walks past him and starts looking at items behind the counter[/b]
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A single word entered the hooded man's mind as the newcomer came. Psion. Any normal man would've stereotypically thought; "If he's a Psion, why isn't he getting some KAP-8 instead?" The answer was simple. Some men were simply smart enough to not rely on a single weapon; especially if that weapon relied on an addictive drug. He glanced at the scarf-wearing figure. For a moment, his multi-eyed visor was exposed from the hood for the other man to see.
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[b]The man glances at him before turning back to his the counter The air in the shop was now unusually chilly[/b]
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Seeing that there's apparently no clerk, he approaches the counter silently by the other man. "Is that for intimidation factor? Or is it unintentional?" He's referring to the sudden low temperature. Even though his cyborg body can augment natural body heat, he still wanted to point it out instead of lazing around doing nothing. Besides, he should always gauge a potential threat.
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[b]The man smirks and shrugs at his assessment of the situation[/b]
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"I could be wrong, I guess. But that still doesn't explain the awful chill." His voice is somewhat static, to the point of a slight "walkie-talkie sounding" tone. He looks around for himself and then takes off his hood, as it's no use hiding what the other man saw. A black visor with dozens of eyes painted on it. Some differ in size and shape, but all bear the same red iris.
