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2/20/2016 3:03:22 AM
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He sighs and holsters his guns to his sides. He stares at her with the single, glowing triangle.
"Stay out of my way."
He begins to walk deeper into the planet, his black and white American flag cloak blowing up in the wind, revealing 3 blades of different sizes and a assault rifle on his back.
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"Nah, you got me interested now" [b][i]She says, an upbeat tone to the words coming from her lips as she follows him. [/i][/b]
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He stops and stares at her through the side of his eyesight. "I said, don't get in my way. Other words, don't follow me." His hands were hovering over his sidearms.
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"Ah, shut it. Anyways, what's good with you, fam?" [b][i]She asks, slowly walking past him, not giving s royal fūck about the man that could likely kick her ass trying to threaten her. [/i][/b]
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"Life mostly."
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"Any big shit happen, aside from finding a space cave?" [spoiler]>Mfw that actually worked [/spoiler]
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"My dog threw up." He sighs and stops walking and looks at her. "Sorry for being a dick. Kinda start like that to people I don't know. Names Legend. Call me KillJoy. Or Legend."
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"I'm Natalie, most call me The Bear. No it's not because I'm Russian, racist prick" [b][i]She jokingly says, a lighthearted laugh coming with her words. [/i][/b]
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He chuckles. "Always like Russians. I had a Russian friend once. He could bench press a cow while chugging a carton of beer." He laughs.
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"Well, you can have brainpower, strength, or a Russian technician. They got both"
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"Hmph. If you say so."
