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6/14/2016 1:13:37 PM
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*A figure seems to form from the ground, but he looks out of place in the cell. Blazing crimson eyes, wearing mostly black and crimson, and has many throwing and regular knives on his back, an icy blue one catches your eyes*
Oh, hello there you two.
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 6/14/2016 10:49:36 PM[b]Lucien and Azalea look at each than back at the man.[/b] [i]"Sup."[/i] [i]"He's weird."[/i] [b]Lucien immediately throws a metal claw over her mouth, his hand about the size of her head.[/b] [i]"She's mentally deficient. Excuse her. Something we can do for you?"[/i]
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Oh, I think I'm good, I was wondering if YOU were okay. I'm Mortar, and yes, I am weird, being mostly demon, and living in the underworld for like twenty thousand years.
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[i]"Hey! She's from the warp as well."[/i] [b]Lucien motioned to Lea. Her inhumanly orange eyes sheen and her figure stands at near perfect hourglass shape. Quite the sight.[/b] [i]"Anyways. We are more than fine. A little hungover... But fine."[/i]
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Warp? No, no. A little place on earth called the Underworld. Truly is a great place, but I have no idea what this warp it.
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[i]"Uh. The wrap is hell. And I have no clue what earth is except from the history books."[/i] [b]Lucien folds his arms and stands tall, while his companion leans against him and checks her nails.[/b] [i]"But, I'll take your word for it. Stranger things have happened. Do you remember how you got here?"[/i]
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Unlike many here, I do, my Portal Stick Thingy malfunctioned and I came here. I mean, I've been fine, if you need help... Doesn't look it, though.
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[i]"Yeah... We are fine. Thanks, though. I'll keep your name in mind if I ever need some help or some shit."[/i]
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Alright then. But I think I got something about that hangover. *Mortar hands you a bottle filled with a green liquid* Drink, you'll feel better
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[i]"Well... Damn..."[/i] [b]He quickly passes the vial to his companion who looks at it suspiciously.[/b] [i]"I don't mean to be rude Mortar... But This metal is grafted to my face. I can't eat or drink any more..."[/i]
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Oh, that sucks. *Mortar takes the bottle from you* Well, that doesn't explain the hangover..
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[i]"Eh. Probably pulled a tag off a mattress."[/i] [b]He shrugs, not really concerned.[/b]
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*Mortar chuckles* Yeah... Well... If you need me, just call
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[i]"Will do, Mortar. Catch you later."[/i] [b]Lucien promptly turns and stomps off, the woman lingering just a moment before following.[/b]
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*Mortar seems to mumble to himself* I didn't get a good vibe from the guy... He didn't seem... good.
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[spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess so, end.[/spoiler]
