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1/3/2015 7:08:29 PM
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*Death Knights is misplaced next to [Hybrid/Pink_Ranger]. He is confused. He then speaks into the comms, but after the _, he queries the other person he was misplaced next to.* "Command? LGN_Command? [REDACTED] it! I've been reloc- who are you?"
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Why did you have to leave...
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"This 'Revan' person threatens me with death over nothing, considering where I sat was nowhere close to anyone, and that he falsely accuses me of being 'scary'. He then proceeds to attack me after my attempt at correcting myself. So I call for the Legion to raze the building and have it as a warning: Don't threaten a Kal'eon. I did not leave; I was being kicked out for no reason. No reason!" This Death Knight then takes deep breaths; he was making his hatred into words, and the length had him need to breathe, despite him being a Death Knight anyway.
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But....I live here.....during the day.
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*A Legion'ri responds.* [i]"I'm sorry but this 'Revan' doesn't seem to accept our kind. You should really set the Fallen on this planet, has lots of useful resources."[/i]
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Revan is leaving for now, he has given control over to his CEO, Noble 9. Judge him. If he proves as much, do your deed, but judge home first, he runs the place now.
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A LGN7UPD8 has been released to CREATION.EXE/.../.../.../.../.../.../.../[ETC]/EHH=LGNR deployed to repeat L/DK actions to see if place can have multiple instances.
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Yes..?
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...So, Narhwal-of-Fallen-Council, how art thou?
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Good. You?
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I'm fine, but soon I will be burdened with the common things that we humans must go through, and somehow exit as if they were able to do the impossible.
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Yeah, our break from work will soon be over, sadly.
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*Hugs*
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*The Knight squirms and is confused. Decides to look at Ranger. Changes usage of squirming, deeming situation as valuable moment...* [i]"Ummm."[/i]
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You needed a hug.
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*The Knight then looks to the Legion'ri, who was standing right next to him. They both shrug and are confused. Then a copy of Shepard and Saren walk by for no reason (wait, wasn't that a glitch in the GRID/CREATION2/SIMULATION?).*
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*Hugs both*
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*Both of them seem to decide to ragdoll, for both to test [her?] strength, balance, and to see if any physicality of [her?] form adds to these two values. Note that they are now trying to tighten said hug to that certain point [FURTHER SENTENCE REDACTED (Note: tightening to certain point where it is still mostly harmless)]*
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*Hugging intensifies*
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*Legion'ri asks question.* "...What gender are you? What is your name? Need to know, for documents and the such." *Death Knight then pulls out with reason.* "I've got other important matters to settle elsewhere." *Unknown portal opens to take the Knight to an unspecified vessel, which then heads off to an unspecified important matters.* *The Legion'ri then looks up. An Avatar of Kol stands still, watching this.* "...I knew my Kal'eon weren't so...effective? against other females-or-akin-to of other species. At least the Koldraxians are capable of navigating these mazes easier... I'll teach my Kal'eon that for future reference." *The statue breathes in, the sound is strange, echoing, altered. As if driven by the will of something beyond even the gods' comprehension.* "You, [Pink Ranger]. You are one of the countless many selected personally from thousands of different instances of existence to serve in imposing Order on Chaos. The simplest tasks will await you, such as weaponry practice and honing of combat skills in simulated fronts, then deployment on several low-severity missions to get you used to the reality, then the difficulty will slowly rise. Ask me when ready. One 'another thing': If you have any questions, now would be a good time to ask them."
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"Weaponry training"?
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"Swords. Shields. Axes. Hammers. Rifles. Fusion Rifles. Vex weapons... How to use them, how to fix them, how to make them sharper, stronger, superior. The ultimate weapon of choice, in the end, is Ontology. That is basically persuading something to not exist by any means, whether it's a bullet, a beam of molten metal at FTL speeds, magic, or a sharp stick."
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Edited by Kinda Red: 1/3/2015 8:57:52 PMSounds fun...
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I suppose you expected a different answer... You didn't answer the Legion'ri's question about your name, Ranger in Pink.
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That is my title, that is my calling, that's what I'm known as.
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I suppose the mishap that occurred to you just a few moments ago isn't a big deal. *The tall possessed statue-in-armor points in your general direction.*
