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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/24/2017 5:26:23 PM
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"Ten bricks of gold. Ninety magazines of golden ammunition. Eight golden knives. Seven prostitutes. Six bottles of vodka. Five brand new cloaks. Four parrots. Three unique weapons. Two sets of armor, and a patridge in a pear tree."
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[spoiler][i]"...seven prostitutes, six bottles of vodka..." [/i] Good party, right there. [/spoiler]
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"I'll be waiting in the pear tree too, if you want. I like your style, though. Done. I'll have to arrange a heist on a Trayven caravan, take over a bullet factory and a smithy, and get myself a grown pear tree - just for you, darlin'." [i]Charla smiled, holding out her hand for Fabio. A handshake to seal the deal.[/i]
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He shook her hand, sealing the deal.
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[i]Charla would pull Fabio close, then, bringing her shoulder to his as she whispered.[/i] "You know, the dragons of Khaom breath the flames of the end.." [i]She slid a dagger into his hand, then. Ut soared with a certain heat, as Charla would smile in a devilish manner.[/i] "Welcome home, sunshine."
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His devilish grin was hid by his own helmet. "The life of a merc. So, who's giving out orders?"
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"I am, really. Tomorrow, we'll be picking out these Tribune аsshats in the arena's crowd. Khaom's politics are rather simple: challenge someone into the arena, fight to the death. And you, my dear.. will be my champion, if that's fine with you." [i]Charla would say, having already seduced Fabio with gifts and promises. Now, she seemed to ask for his service.. his life.[/i]
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"I will be your champion. I can survive all the Tribune fighters."
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"...That's good to hear. Very, very good to hear." [spoiler]Fin? Gonna get that post up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
