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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/1/2016 2:29:28 PM
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*Looks back up without the odd look in her eye. As if it's totally forgotten and she's still the fun loving Shadow Master.*
[b]You mean Martin Heron's stuff? From ol' New Orleans? Yeah sure. Fifth or handle?[/b]
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Surprise me. *is confused*
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Edited by Doos: 4/1/2016 2:33:03 PM*Pulls out a barrel.* [b]SURPRISE!! I don't have a handle or a fifth. Haha[/b] *notices the confused look* [b]....You ok? Its just alcohol...[/b]
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Well... Nothing I-It's nothing
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[b]Ok! Here ya go mate! One barrel of Southern Comfort for a story.[/b]
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For... A story? Let me guess... You wanna know more about Cross, Don't ya?
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[b]Not necessarily... Guy's cool. Especially about that chest hair. But you're the one holding the liquor. Tell me more about you[/b]
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Welp... I was born about 30 years ago, and dipped into an acidic pool to see if I was a god. That's how I got this blood. *picks at a scab, and acidic blood bubbles out* After that, I had the job of pounding skeleton's bones into a powder. for... Calcium shakes for those above me.
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[b]That's one of the reasons, besides Wit, that you left?[/b]
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Not really... I was really little then, so I had nowhere to go. Anyway, when I was 7, I met Wit and Crossbow. Crossbow was the quiet type, you know? One of those people who don't talk much, but when he did, people get hurt. And Wit? Wit was scared of everything, even himself and his powers.
