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6/24/2016 3:00:50 PM
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*the figures you see don't exactly look human. One of which is a little over six feet tall and has a hood covering his face, no flesh seems exposed. He has a wicked crossbow on his back. As for the other figure, he does not exactly look hostile, but that's probably because he is a cat. An orange cat with orange eagle wings, and he is standing on the first figure, his hind paws on his shoulder, the front paws on his head*
[b]Yeah, you there![/b]
*That voice came from the cat*
[b]You wouldn't happen to know where a thin guy with crimson eyes went, do you? He was right here before he disappeared.[/b]
[i]Come on, Mion, he's not gonna know that guy. If anything...[/i]
*The first figure notices the knife*
[i]He gave that to you, didn't he?[/i]
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I sighed, cutting it off with a wince, before settling with a grimace as I marched after Mion. I reiterate: fück my life.
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Mion: Yeah, sorry about Mortar, he doesn't really like it when someone is pissed at him. Anyway, can you, um, get the door for me? *Mion, having no thumbs, can't grab the doorknobs*
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With a sigh, I opened the door, walking into the next room. "Why the hell did they split us up like that?"
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Mion: Not sure. I mean, I think Crossbow wanted me to go in his shadow portal with him, but frankly, I don't trust it. As for Mortar... Well, He leaves when he's pissed. He's not pissed that much, though, normally a cheery guy.
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"Wonder if he realized just how stupid he was being when someone who's not a freak of nature was with him." I glanced over at Mion. "No offense."
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Mion: None taken... But freak of nature? To be fair, there are too many "Freaks" to be considered "freaks." We've just decided "Eh, -blam!- it, these guys are cool, so we're gonna hang out with em."
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"What you lot call yourselves doesn't change the fact I'm not crazy-powerful like you guys mostly seem to be."
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Mion: Crazy powerful? I'm a small animal that got chased by hawks a lot back on earth. Not to mention that not all of us are that powerful, even Mortar has limits.
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I looked at him. "You can fücking fly, I'm pretty sure Crossbow is the killable type of immortal, and Mortar has whatever weird-ass magics and abilities that allow him to summon his sword from nothing. Whereas I wear glasses and do math. Ya see what I'm trying to get at, here?"
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Mion: Yeah... point taken. But for the sword thing, well, let's just say that he made this type of tattoo that can bind you with your weapon. I have no idea how that works. *Mion jumps up to higher ground* Mion: Over there, the General Quarters. That is where everyone lives. Of course, don't expect the majority to be human.
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"Whatever. As long as they're more sane than what I've had to deal with here so far, I'll be happy."
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Mion: Trust me, many are. Others... on a scale from average to asylum... well, let's just say that this place questions your sanity
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I glared at Mion. "You can stop now."
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Mion: Alright, Alright. Let's see... go to that large building over there to see if you can get somewhere to stay. That large tent is where you get your food, and watch for the Cult of the Armageddon.
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"Well, that's not concerning," I mumbled. "Still, thanks for taking me this far. See you around." I said, waving as I left to get a place to sleep and something to eat.
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Mion: See ya. *Mion flies over to the large tent to go get some cod.*
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[spoiler]You wanna end it here, or do you have an idea for what else you wanna do?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]nah, that's pretty much end.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Alright. Still got another instance, and after that, I'll do another opener. Had several others that just sorta... died.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]oh, okay[/spoiler]
