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1/11/2016 11:29:20 AM
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Frankie stands, mouth slightly ajar, as he listens with intuitive eyes.
"So... you and your... clone are the last of a nearly extinct race? That November endangered?" he asks distantly.
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"Yes..."
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Edited by Asharru: 1/11/2016 5:48:17 PMThe uneasiness floods back into Frankie's eyes and face, and he exhales, his eyes flickering. "We... They... Why...? Why would they do that?" he asks, his brow furrowed in sorrow.
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"Greed.. Power.. Dominance.."
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He winces in the revelation of November being evil themselves, despite them being assembled to fight evil itself...
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"I was pained by their lies Aswell, friend. They aren't as... Noble as they appear"
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"I... I don't know what I should do... I don't know if I should leave them or not..."
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"That's a choice only you can make, mate."
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Frankie gazes at the ground in deep thought, troubled thought. "Well... why would you stay here? So near to the Fireteam?"
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"Food...."
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"Oh."
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"Yeah..." [b]the duffel bag starts moving and shuffling, he drops it, seemingly accidentally[/b]
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Frankie stares at the bag with wide eyes, silent.
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[b]he quickly runs over and kicks it into the gutter, down a storm drain[/b]
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"The hell was that?" Frankie asks.
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"... Don't ask"
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Frankie stares at the storm drain in blank silence.
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"Hate for anything similar to them... And greedy land hoarding"
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"Yep.... We are the last wisps.."
