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Edited by BrandRobKus:
6/22/2016 12:23:06 PM
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*A strange sound was heard as a figure with blazing crimson eyes and oak brown hair appeared behind her. He wasn't wearing anything special, just a short sleeved T shirt and jeans, but you could tell that he was ready on a moment's notice*
Finally, someone having a good day. That's certainly rare here, wouldn't you say?
*His tone was friendly, for he was attempting to have a decent conversation. His slight British accent made his voice sound better to the ear, and the fact that he DIDN'T see her as an enemy made him much more open to talk to*
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She giggles a bit. [i]"Fun day indeedi! What's your little name?"[/i]
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Oh, I'm Mortar. How about you there, you got one?
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[i]"I'm Mir'ika, daughter of the most badass guy ever!"[/i] She says, gleefully.
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[i]Well then, how are you today?[/i]
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I have been better, but... *Mortar looks around* But we're all good
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Well that's a cool title. *Mortar chuckled a little* So, you just looking around the place or were you planning on doing something?
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[i]"I dunno, actually. Running around, shooting and slicing things, burning things! I have a lot on my plate today..."[/i] She snickers a bit.
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Yeah, one of the better days in my opinion. Basically just saying "Screw you all, I'm going out for target practice." I was thinking of doing a little of that too, see if I can break my record of beasts killed.
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[i]"Well, good luck!"[/i] She says, with a little cheer.
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Thanks. You too. *Mortar places his hand in between shoulder blades and his sword begins to form. It is definitely unique, it is a four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix, seemingly made of a strange alloy. When it is fully formed, it ignites in emerald green flames* Well, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling lucky. *Some sort of fabric seems to branch out from his back and wraps around his limbs, eventually making what appears to be a metallic long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots. He pulls a ninja mask over his face, and a crimson sash with loads of knives on it over him, and looks around.* Alright, let's see... any volunteers?
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[i]"oooo! Fancy."[/i] She giggles.
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Thanks, I try. You wanna come with?
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[i]"Sure! Don't have anything better to do, anyway."[/i] She chuckles. [i]"Let's find something's ass to kick."[/i]
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That'll be good. *Mortar begins to walk down a large corridor, looking around and occasionally stopping, thinking he heard something, but then just continues* Yeah, this is the boring part. But, it's much more rewarding. SUCK IT DOOM, YOUR GAMES WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS.
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[spoiler]hue.[/spoiler] She giggles. [i]"You're funny. Also, I detect several hostiles nearby... seems like it'll be out chance!"[/i]
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Thanks. Well, set your timer, I wanna count my DPS. *Mortar forms an iron ball the size of a basketball. It hovers over his hand as he advances*
