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Edited by Python824:
10/19/2015 11:33:18 PM
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[b][u]The Beginning of Legends [/u][/b]
[b]Alexandria[/b]
An advertisement ends on the radio and it's instantly invaded by A Galactic Federation message. A man appears over the all screens, over all the radios, over everything.
"Do you need money? Do you have skills most would say are too....violent? Or maybe too smart? Or maybe too money-craving? Come join fireteam Cyprus Prime! Explore a lost base on an asteroid that originated from the Exalin team, yes that Exalin team! Glory! Gold! Gluttony! Girls! You can have it all, join the team!"
The man is in a green general's uniform and standing straight and tall. A phone number flashes across the screen. Coordinates false behind that. He nods towards the screen and it goes back to it's normal show, or song, depending on your current position.
[spoiler]^Open to all^[/spoiler]
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Dean sits there, his hands behind his head. He stares up at the ceiling, listening to the broadcast. Wayward Son by Kansas had just begun playing after the message. He sings along quietly.
"Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more."
The heavy drum wakes him up as the guitar kicks in. He looks over at Jupiter in his bed next to him.
[spoiler]^Open to Jenny^[/spoiler]
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[b]She isn't awake yet, still sleeping soundly since he had woken up She stirs every now and then, drifting in some dream[/b]
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He turns off the radio and stands, getting dressed. He wasn't exactly stealthy when he got up.
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[b]The resounding noise is what wakes her, as she opens an eye, but keeps quiet[/b]
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Dean pulls on a pair of boxers then a pair of pants and walks towards the bathroom.
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[b]She lets out a loud sigh, catching his attention as she slowly gets up[/b]
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He looks back at her and smiles. "I uh....didn't wanna wake you."
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[b]She rubs one of her eyes, forgetting that she was still naked, as she walks to the bathroom as well[/b] [i]"Hm...?"[/i]
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Dean, looking down at her chest then back up at her face. "Nothing..." He opens the door for he and holds it open.
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[b]She doesn't seem to notice, walking straight to the shower, as she opens the stained glass door and steps into it, and closes it behind her She then turns the water on, and stands there for a bit[/b] [spoiler]lel, pervert[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That's how he is....like thirsty-er than Ginger *hopes Ginger sees this* Yeah, son.[/spoiler] He follows her into the bathroom and starts brushing his teeth, starting up for the morning.
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Edited by Spyglass: 10/20/2015 1:47:46 AM[spoiler]I -blam!-ing hate you, and nobody is thirstier than me. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]TROLOLOLOL[/spoiler]
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[b]She remains there for a bit, washing herself, as she turns the shower off and exits it, picking up a towel[/b]
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He speaks to her as he's brushing his teeth. "So, there was this ad on the radio about some fireteam. I think I'm gonna join up." He spits into the sink, starting to brush again.
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[b]She looks over at him, combing out her hair[/b] [i]"Mhmm"[/i]
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"Aaand I was wondering if you wanted to join up too." The words are close to inaudible through the toothbrush.
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[i]"Me? Join some militia?"[/i] [b]She lets out a sarcastic laugh[/b]
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He spits into the sink again. "Well, it's 2 billion Galactic credits and a name clear of any sort of bullshit." He shrugs. "I'm not passing that up."
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[i]"Knowing you, you wouldn't"[/i]
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He cleans out his toothbrush and sets it up in the cabinet. "Come on, it'll be fun. I promise." Dean grins.
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[b]She walks out of the bathroom, off to find her clothes[/b] [i]"I'm not exactly fit for combat"[/i]
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"They said it wouldn't be all combat." He follows her out and starts putting on deodorant, reaching for a shirt.
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[b]She was already clipping her bra into place, and buttons her pants as she slides her shirt over her head[/b] [i]"Deskwork? Rather shoot myself in the foot first"[/i]
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"Then come, hold a gun and look good. I'll do the desk work and the fighting." He pulls his shirt down.
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[b]She turns around to face him[/b] [i]"Mhmm..."[/i] [b]She sounds a little in convinced[/b]
