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10/8/2015 10:27:31 PM
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[i]Alon smiles, walking off the ship in his casual clothing; white tank top, and black jeans. A snub nosed revolver was hidden in his back waist, and a kard at his hip. The arm was probably a weapon itself, silently moving as he walked out, hands behind his head like he was relaxing. He waves his metal hand as he leaves.[/i]
See you all soon!
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[spoiler]We're not on the planet....[/spoiler] Python grabs him by the shirt and pulls him back before he steps out of the air lock. "You suicidal?"
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[spoiler]Wellshit.exe[/spoiler] [i]He looks at you confusedly, then starts waving his fingers around, trying to connect the dots.[/i] But... weren't we..... then.... [i]He shakes his head dazedly, then pushes your hand off lightly.[/i] Th-the planet tho..... I-I wanted..... ice cream..... ;~; [i]He finally looks out a window nearby, and sees we left.[/i] We left?! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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He chuckles a bit. "Yeah, could've blown her cover."
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They don't know me tho ;~; I was too busy killing Necrons to even know what we're up against.
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"Necrons? What the hell are those?" [spoiler]This all happened before RoB m8....[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well fuq your timeline cuz Alon would have both arms then but his universe is like this so deal with it. [/spoiler][spoiler]His timeline is all at once, different dimensions lol I dunno how yours works.[/spoiler] Ah, nevermind. I was elsewhere, let's say.
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"Uhm....alright."
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Anyways... [i]He starts walking around, searching for ice cream, not leaving any place unsearched.[/i]
