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1/13/2016 12:39:20 AM
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"I don't need it" [i]he says, with a deep voice, sending shivers down their spines[/i]
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"R-right!" They stammer, opening the door.
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[i]he simply walks in[/i]
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A red haired woman is laying on a bed, bouncing a ball on the floor, to the wall, and back to her hand while what sounds like David Bowie plays in the background.
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"You're aware the ship crashed, yes?" [spoiler]it actually did lmao[/spoiler]
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"Just got brought here." I reply in a bored tone.
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"You FN or no?"
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I simply shrug.
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"Those your men outside?" [spoiler]what gear did they have?[/spoiler]
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"Military men." [spoiler]Regular gear, idk. You forget I know next to nothing about this world XD[/spoiler]
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"You military?"
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"You could say that." I bounce the ball.
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"I want a clear answer"
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"4-1-6-4-9-3."
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"What?!" [i]he asks, angrily[/i]
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"You heard me."
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"Look, are you FN or not?!"
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"And you get mad at me for speaking in code. Sweet irony." I bounce the ball.
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"Irony? Explain"
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"You act like I know what those initials mean."
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"And you act as if I know what those numbers mean" [i]he says, drawing Pasts Remembrance and aiming at her[/i] [spoiler]bruh, he came from an alt dimension XD. Only guy who knows anything about him is dead, and he was an A.I[/spoiler]
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"You aren't supposed to know. You're supposed to figure it out."
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"Fūck this" [i]he says, shooting the ball mid air with a .50 cal round from the revolver[/i] [spoiler]he got mad gear[/spoiler]
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I slowly get up and grab the radio, changing it to another Bowie song. "You ever heard this guy? Fantastic music from back then."
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"Yeah, Bowie. Got some good shit. Much prefer Queen though"
