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12/30/2015 2:22:40 AM
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Ginger shifts his stance a little, leaning in his left leg,
"We split up a few decades ago, twenty something years, maybe. Only Phantom, Python, Lethal and I are still alive, all the others are either KIA or MIA. Damn shame too, they would've put all you greenies to shame. And yes, I'm kinda lacking with people skills as well. Comes with the trade."
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"Lethal was one of the first of the team I met. Acted like some kind of god. I never trusted Python since he got on the ship. Never met Phantom in person. He was the one that created Genesis, right?"-Silver
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"Lethal, as you'd know him as, is actually a god. Well, not in your sense of the meaning. He's literally the King of Hell. Python's a good man, you can trust him. I've trusted him for the past thirty years, look at where that got me. As for Phantom... He's eccentric, but a good man as well. They're all decent people, from a very indecent time."
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*he turns to Icier "Told you."-Silver(whispering) "Mercenaries are still mercenaries, no matter how nice they act. They will double cross you at the first sign of profit, I guarantee."-Icier(whispering) *Silver ignores him and turns back to Ginger
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Ginger's ears twitch once, and for perhaps the first time the two realize that he has elf-like, pointed ears that stick subtly out of his hair. "We've all been mercs at some times in our lives, but once we were something more. Something a little more... Inspiring, perhaps. Heroic, certainly. Now, we're just glorified mercenaries, but it pays the bills."
