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1/17/2016 12:43:36 AM
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[i]JT is walking around the halls, bored as all shit, with Justin tagging along as a guard[/i]
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[b]JT notices Caitlyn, walking with Jason who now has to walk with a stick as he lost his sight. As she spoke, he chuckled slightly and smiled.[/b]
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[b]Fixer walks into you with his PDA out[/b] "Sorry"
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[i]he simply mists around him, as if he went through him, and the PDA is magically gone. He reformed with it in him [/i]
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[b]It lists detailed plans for an advanced Heavy laser weapon[/b]
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[i]he keeps it, not returning it, and leaves. [/i] [spoiler]lol, whatever it is, the NWH likely can develop it m8[/spoiler]
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Edited by Alpha-007: 1/17/2016 3:58:12 AM[b]Fixer presses a button on his belt, and the PDA released acid that destroys the drive Nothing remains [/b] [spoiler]M80 you didn't think I would let it be that easy I'm hinting bruh[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol, dude, this guy memorized the shit. It's all going to his vessels synthetic brain, relaying shit to a computer that his brain is hooked to. Nice try tho[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]In that case remember that there is always a fail safe Don't expect to use it against fixer [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol, well, whatever it is we likely either already matched the tech or beat it :)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]At this point it's a damn arms race lil[/spoiler]
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[b]Isabella can be seen sitting against a wall, knees pulled up to her chest, crying [/b] [spoiler]yes, I'm telling him in this way[/spoiler]
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[i]JT rushes over, signalling for Justin to stay back, about 10 meters away, and Justin turns while JT sits next to her[/i] "What's wrong?"
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"Fr- Frost...dead...Ember and the toxins..."
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"What happened exactly? Breathe babe" [i]he reassuringly says, calm as hell yet equally as caring[/i]
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[b]She takes a very deep breath[/b] "He took the Wendigo toxins into his system and died..." [b]She takes another deep breath[/b] "He died for a friend..."
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"Well, he has my respect. May he rest in peace" [i]he says, putting his right arm around her, in an effort to comfort her. [/i]
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[b]She continues to silently sob[/b]
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[i]he kisses her on the top of her head[/i]
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[b]She hugs him tightly, and cries into his shoulder[/b]
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[i]he hugs her as well, holding her close[/i]
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[b]She continues to cry, her bright green shirt stained written tears[/b]
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[i]he kisses her head[/i] "It'll all be okay, he's in a better place, away from this hellhole called existence"
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"I guess so" [b]She begins to pluck the collar of his shirt[/b]
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"Well, what now?"
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"I have no idea"
