originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b]Midnight teleports several feet away. [/b]
"Stop messing around."
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[u]Sueth nods, looking the sword over.[/u] Nice, nice. Too fancy for my tastes. [u]He starts waving around his seven foot broad-sword.[/u] I prefer hunks of metal like this. [u]He waves the sword, somehow able to stab extremely fast and accurate, but extremely elegant for a psychopath.[/u] Inhuman strength helps a lot. [u]he starts to root through the pile again.[/u]
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"I enjoy a certain elegance with my weapons." [b]Midnight puts the sword on his back and fills up the rest of his bag.[/b] "I'm off. Take your time I'll see you at camp." [b]Leaves [/b] [b][spoiler]Good night [/spoiler][/b]
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[u]Sueth nods, then salutes in a strange manor.[/u] Cheerio mate. [spoiler]night. Probably going to sleep too.[/spoiler]