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5/4/2016 3:46:49 AM
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Hey... *stares off into the distance* How have things been going lately?
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Besides the fact that I can't find my vodka stash in the the Tower, good.
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*box appears at aces feet labked "aces do not touch!"*
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*Stares at the box* I want to open this box.... *Goes to open it*
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*nothing happens*
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*Opens it to find it empty* What kind of sick joke is this!?
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Edited by TabeticTerror1: 5/7/2016 6:58:32 PM*appears next to the box and looks in* Huh, wrong box then. *disappears and forty boxes labeled "aces stuff" appear with one saying "catnip stash" on the side*
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*climbs up on railing and sits beside you, awkwardly silent*
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Hello Storm. What brings you here?
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*he didn't respond, he looked at you, fully armored with a goldspiral shader, he tilted his head a little and scooted closer to you, still being unusually silent*
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Uh... Storm? *Looks at him confused*
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*he whimpered a little and looked at you, putting a hand on his neck and shaking his head "no", it was obvious something was wrong with him*
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Storm, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately.
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*he whimpered more and more, he kept shaking his head "no and rubbing his throat, trying to tell you something*
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Storm. Say whatever you are wanting to say. I do grow impatient at times. *He crosses his arms and stares at him with an impatient look*
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*he sighed and looked away, he just couldn't say anything... Literally, someone had wiped him but had made it keep all his memories, and skills as a guardian, but they had set it to make him forget how to talk*
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*Gets too the edge of his frustration, and walks away towards the gunsmith, muttering about something*
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*he sighs softly and gets up, and he follows you to the gunsmith, not wanting to be alone and by himself*
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*Drags the gunsmith off to you, while the gunsmith looks at me with a scared face* Do a diagnostics report on him Banshee. *When Banshee stands there for a moment I put a hand on the handle of my scythe* NOW!!
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*storm emits a mangled Yelp as he feels banshees hand grasp on his shoulder and drag him behind his counter*
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*Takes out a knife, with a large dragon printed into the sides of the blade, and starts to twirl the knife impatiently*
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*banshee plugged something into storm and leaned him back, and he slowly examined him and a holographic screen, taking his sweet time, almost to spite you*
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*Loses his temper and punches the tree next to the gunsmith* Hurry up!!
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*the gunsmith walks over to you after making storm sit down in a comfortable seeming chair* Yep... Somethings wrong with him...
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Well what is it? I don't exactly have time to be waiting for four hours for something that's oh so simple.
