originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]Boogie kept pace, each footstep a clash of metal and road. [/i]
“Well, you can call me Boogie. Short for Boogeyman. Long for Boog.”
[i]He chuckled spritely.[/i]
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“Boogie Man...” [i]He chuckled at his own joke, but it was good enough. Simple callsign, mildly intimidating, and the guy looked half-intelligent. That was pretty much all he needed.[/i] “Alright, Boogie. I got work for you already. You wanna do me a favor and do a little recon for me, get me what you can on all the big players on the field? Pull a Bill Belicheck and steal some playbooks for me?”
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[i]Boogie nodded, as he stopped walking with him and gave a mock two-fingered salute.[/i] “I’ll deflate some footballs while I’m at it. Catch you around, Sidewinder.” [i]His own joke coaxed a snicker out of Boogie, whose image began to shimmer and distort in the light. Soon, he was completely invisible and went to do his work.[/i] [spoiler]end, guess I’ll makes some posts with Boogie dicking with Rubicon/Treyvan[/spoiler]