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6/27/2016 10:25:35 PM
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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]
