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8/4/2016 7:29:04 PM
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The Automaton was soon found by more and more beggars. He incinerated all of them, one after another. Not even ashes remained. The Automaton's single eye cold and dead, it looked at you.
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Drakath gulped, then waved. "Hello automation!"
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A single beam of purple emitted from the Automaton's eye. It was pointed at you forehead. It then spread out in a cone, covering your entire body. More pointers covered your body, coning out. It then all came into itself, stopping at the center of your chest. It then disappeared. Immediately after the Automaton turned and walked along.
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Drakath runs after it, using his power of speed to his advantage. "Could we be allies, possibly?"
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It stopped and looked down at you. "[b]My scan indicates you have Enhanced Strength and Enhanced Speed. You also have training in Assassination. Your skills will not benefit me in any way.[/b]"
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Drakath sighs, "I could help you! My sword, Meteor, is the sharpest blade in existence!"
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"[b]Irrelevant.[/b]" It didn't seem to move at all. Not an inch. It's eye remained fixed on you.
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Drakath seems stunned. "Meteor is one of the most sought out blades in existence because of it's powers. Do you not know how strong it is?"
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"[b]Affirmative. Inform me about Meteor.[/b]"
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"Meteor can cut through any living thing, and can change forms. The blades power is immeasurable, and it chooses a person through honor. I was chosen, and the blade has been with me for two centuries now."
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"Meteor can cut through any living thing, and can change forms. The blades power is immeasurable, and it chooses a person through honor. I was chosen, and the blade has been with me for two centuries now." Your voice played back flawlessly. "[b]Discrepancy detected.[/b]" "My sword, Meteor, is the sharpest blade in existence!" You voice played back once more. "[b]Information: faulty.[/b]"
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"I don't understand."
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"[b]Affirmative. Your skills and equipment are of no use to me.[/b]"
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"How so?"
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"[b]Classified.[/b]"
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"I doubt that."
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"[b]Irrelevant.[/b]" The Automaton finally broke eye contact with you and looked ahead. He then walked on.
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Drakath shakes his head.
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[spoiler]end[/spoiler]
