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6/17/2016 9:50:42 AM
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"Lady, it'd make my damned day knowing I at least postponed two people's deaths. Now come on."
[b]He begins to walk further down the street. One of his swords begins to glow with a deep maroon light. He snaps his fingers, and it goes away.[/b]
"I wish I didn't have to constantly monitor these swords. It's that, or they destroy me. So, how much do you guys remember of your pasts? Is it all gone, like mine? Or is it still intact?"
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[i]"Eh. Not surprised. Damn, though, usually she takes a week... Maybe I'm loosing my touch. Dr. Lordan wouldn't have this trouble. He was always good with people..."[/i] [b]He says, shaking his head with a chuckle and adjusting his long dirty scarf.[/b] [i]"I mean my brother of course... He's a cool guy. Sorta kinda crazy and sorta kinda prodigy... But, his heart is in a good place."[/i]
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"Sounds like a person I'd like to meet." [b]He drops his voice slightly.[/b] "Now, what were you saying about her leaving? She usually takes longer?"
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[i]"Yeah. She can hang for a week or so. I usually find her again... But she used to linger a lot more. Oh well..."[/i] [b]With a sigh he pads outside to watch the strange buildings and streets.[/b] [i]"I wonder if this place has a park."[/i]
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"Probably a ruined one somewhere." [b]Blink disappears, then comes back with some crackers.[/b] "Want anything to eat?"
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[i]"I appreciate the offer... But I don't have a mouth."[/i] [b]He says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.[/b] [i]"This is kinda sorta grafted to my face."[/i]
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"Damn. I have nothing to do with my sixteen crates of crackers. I don't eat, and no one else will eat them."
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[i]"Why did you find sixteen crates of crackers?"[/i] [b]Malform asks, more than slightly amused.[/b]
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"The Imperium really don't like crackers."
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[i]"I guess I can't blame them. Dry cubes of carbohydrates kinda suck."[/i]
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"You might think, but these are [i]artisan[/i] crackers."
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[i]"I prefer toast."[/i]
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"How? You cannot eat."
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[i]"I used to. Do you think I came out of the vagina with armor stuck to me...?!"[/i] [b]Lucien breaks out into uproarious laughter.[/b]
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"No. But you would forget tastes after a while."
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[i]"No... Bread tastes like baked grains, throw on some butter and it tastes like baked grains with lard."[/i]
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"That... Is not exactly incorrect. Guess it's bad I wouldn't even be able to taste it. I can eat, I just don't need to. Also, I cannot taste anything."
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[i]"I can't either... But y'know... No mouth thing."[/i]
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"Dude, it is literal torture when you eat something and can't taste it. In fact, someone did torture me like that once."
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[i]"I just fall asleep during torture."[/i] [b]He says with a shrug. He had an uncanny ability for sleeping.[/b]
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"I wish I could sleep. Sounds pleasant."
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[i]"It's like being dead."[/i]
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"Pleasant."
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[i]"Well, Blink... It's been nice... But I have to go look for my bike, and then go find Lea. You got a way I can keep in touch?"[/i]
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[b]He tosses him a small black cube.[/b] "Squeeze it then wait for the beep. Then it's on. Then just say what you'd like to say."
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[i]"That works. Well, ciao for now my freaky tall friend."[/i] [b]With a mock salute, Lucien dashes off, in the wrong direction... But... The man seemed to know what he was doing.[/b]
