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11/24/2016 6:23:12 PM
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[spoiler]I'm a dumb. [/spoiler]
"Jason. Not a usual name, eh? Tha's cuz I ain't from da Imperium. Came from elsewhere. 'Nd 'course I chase 'em Chaos fuсkas. They're right pricks."
[i]Jason was covered in weapons. At his hips were two shotguns with drum magazines, each shotgun being a midnight black with patches of grey steel. The lights were currently red, indicating that the safeties were on. Diagonally on his back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL, loaded with a fifty round drum magazine. [/i]
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"You speak similarly to a Greenskin, Jason. I am Brother Tirus, of the Imperial Giants First Company." The Astartes had a Bolter in his hand, a Power Sword sheathed at his hip, and carried a Krak grenade on his belt. Nothing too special, but this was a Space Marine, and the Weapons were still dangerous to any foe of a mighty Astartes.
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"Nice ta meet ya, Tirus. 'Perial Giants, eh? Can't say I eva heard o' y'all. Den again, there're lotta Chaptahs. 'Nd, I sound like a Greenskin? I jus' got an accent, pal. I ain' an Ork, I assure ya. Jus' an ol' man with a hatred for 'em dammed bugs. 'Nids." [i]He swiftly tossed his Bolter over to his right hand, swiftly catching it with quite some ease. He kept it lowered, still. [/i]
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"Ah yes, the Great Devourer. I ran into a swarm not too long ago, however they didn't put up much of a fight.. strange for such menacing beasts."
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"Hmm, ye. Neva ran inta a swarm meself, though I've heard sum thin's. Anehway, what're ya doin' out 'ere? Ain' there sum safe place? Or are ya jus' patrollin'? Cuz tha's wha' I'm doin' right now."
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"Ah, yes there is a "safe" place, I guess. My companions are looking around for any adepts in the technological field, while I've come looking to destroy heretics and daemons."
