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| Narrator:A nod is given to Nox, signaling for the young looking man to commence the pick pocketing of a known wealthy face in the communities here in the Bottoms. Freedom as it's known by those raised within it's borders, it is the overbuilt bunker of B.552, and the underlayer of one of the Twin Cities; Tirasheppo.
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| Ruled over by many families and gangs, the layer is considered one of the most dangerous, as well as the most populated within the Shin Sekai Federation.
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| Nox:Nox takes a second to tap his hands twice quietly in a rapid manner. A good luck habit he picked after a number of pick pockets. He slowly make his way to the the target trying to stay out of sight and not be noticed
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| Mitch:As Nox passes through the crowd, finds his target shaking hands with various passerbyers, greeting them with heartfelt thanks for their admiration. His destination quickly approaching, as Nox's window closes
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| Nox:Nox snickers at himself muttering under his breath in a faint whisper "Fucking sightless playboy. Gonna steal your shit without you knowing a thing. Aye aye I will" Finishing his little rant he starts moving through the crowd using his small stature to disappear before making his move on his target and going for the pick pocket
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| Mitch:As Nox begins to grab Mitch's bag, Nox is forced to let go as he notices one of his guards peer over and stare at him, suspiciously
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| Mitch pauses, a passerbyer sparking conversation with him, apologizing for their lack payment in the past month, giving Nox an extra few moments
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| Nox:Nox takes a quick breath before tapping his right hand with his left then rubbing a circle on his palm. With his good luck ritual done he goes to grab the bag again
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| Guard: "'Sup, Kid?"
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| Nox:He stops in his track having already forgotten about the guard having gotten caught up in his ritual
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| "Ah my bad. My eye sight is really bad. Mutation and shit. I can barley see excuse me" He then moves back into the crowd before reemerging from another angle out of the guards line of sight and then goes for the bag again
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| Guard: The guard watches as he blends back into the crowd and stares for a bit, really confused before Nox's accomplice, who had given him the nod bumps into him, causing him to stare at the even younger kid. "Hey!? What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can't you watch where you're going?"
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| Mitch:The Guard's reaction causes Mitch to look over, but only for a second, shrugging off his muscle's antagonistic state
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| Nox:Attempts to pickpocket (0)
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| Mitch:As Nox leans back for the bag, the man Mitch is talking to motions towards him, causing everyone's attention to turn towards the thief.
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| "Oh, well. What do we have here?"
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| "A little handsy-mandsy."
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| Nox:"A fucking grab and run now you dumb cunt!" Nox throws a punch at Mitch hoping to grab the bag and run the fuck out the area using his small size to run through the crowd
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| Attempts to strike (142)
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| Mitch:Attempts to dodge (77)
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| Guard: Suddenly the guard begins screaming in horror before Nox's accomplice jaws him with a hook and runs into the crowd
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| Nox:Attempts to strike (113)
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| Attempts to pull (83)
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| Attempts to run (71)
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| Mitch:Attempts to pull (106)
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| Nox:Attempts to physically tolerate (66)
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| Attempts to block (77)
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| Mitch:Attempts to use an extra limb (47)
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| As Mitch is hit, so his his guard, Nox grabs the bag and finds a bit of difficulty in ripping it's strap, causing him to pause just enough for Mitch to grab hold of the other end and yank him back onto the ground, having just enough time to raise his arms to block Mitch's knee, however causing him to let go of the bag.
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| "You want my bag, huh?"
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| "You're gonna have t- ohau fucka!"
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| A loud ting is heard as Mitch stumbles forward a bit, stunned, with Nox's enhanced reflexes, he sees a moment to attack him again.
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| Nox:Nox knowing shit has already hit the fan wastes no time doing a jumping knee into his face
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| Attempts to use an extra limb (91)
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| Mitch:Attempts to notice (0)
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| Nox:Does (9) physical damage
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| Mitch:As Nox slams his knee into Mitch's face, his accomplish grabs the bag and drops the metal bar they had used on him and goes to run, calling out
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| Uchino:""Fuc-run!"
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| Nox:Nox flips off Mitch before running into the crowd looking for places to slip away at
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| Attempts to run (131)
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| Attempts to hide (10)
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| Mitch:A loud and aggravated scream is heard from behind as Nox quickly ducks into the crowd, finding safety almost immediately.
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| Nox:Nox settles into his hiding place and looks back to see what his happening behind him
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| Also to laugh at Mitch for being a dumb cunt and getting his shit kicked in
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| Uchino:Later that day, Nox moves the board that acts as a door to their shelter. An old worn out and mostly broken down warehouse that was the site of a battle between legends who have since been forgotten.
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| "Hell yeah, man!"
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| "That fuckin' kick was dope!"
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| Uchino rests on a broken stone pillar, with the bag wrapped around a wooden stake
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| "Diago won't be talking shit this time."
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| Nox:Nox strolls in and close the door turning to face it and throws a backward wave at Uchino "Good job, saved my ass back there. I woe you one" As speaks he draws little symbols with his finger on the door
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| After a second he stops the turns around going to sit down near Uchino and dropping the bag besides him
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| "Fucke' messed up my rituals and was punished by it. Damn fucking sten's messing me up."
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| Uchino:"You gotta be careful about that shit, Kyanta."
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| Unknown: A gurgling voice echoes the room, sending chills down their spines "You two really did it, huh?"
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| Uchino:After a moment, the two spot the source, a third member of their club, as well as the weird one that usually just happens to show up occasionally.
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| Sal:"You went and grabbed the bag."
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| A blue, noseless humanoid, who is often associated with newts hangs from the ceiling, his hand stuck to it holding him up.
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| Nox:"Damn right we did. Great gains gotten gripped grasped. I even sucker punched the cunt and then kneed him is the face. Felt his face bone on my knee. Kind of nice"
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| Sal:"Poor decisions. Poor decisions. I've warned tha both of Kunos."
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| Nox:"Your warning don't mean shit. You ain't no sten!"
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| Uchino:"Yeah, sure, whatever, Sal. You're just being sad that you won't be recommended to Diago after this."
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| Sal:"Not yet, I'm not. But you two keep messing with the faces around here like that, you will be."
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| Nox:Nox decides to open the bag slightly taking a small peak acting as if he just curling into it to lay on
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| "Fuck that faces. I'll steal their faces, see how good they are then"
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| Narrator: Nox notices several items in it, that mean little to him, none of which seem to make any sense. There is a faint glow that appears to be emitting from the inside of the bag, however. It's walls appear to give off a glow, similar to that of a glowstick.
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| Sal:"That's not your 'tousia, Nomox."
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| "Similar to me, you're a mimic of old world animals."
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| "You carry with you a special sten."
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| Sal gives a wide yawn, his tongue slowly leaving his mouth and revealing it's length as he twists it around his hanging body.
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| Eventually retracting it and giving a licking itch to his arm.
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| Nox:"You say that but why would I or you for that matter have the ability to mimic creatures that don't exist anymore?"
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| Sal:"Because of the sten that follows you."
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| "It's your personal sten, it attached to yours."
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| "Something like that... I'm still not fully sure of your theories or views."
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| Nox:"Like its got a umbilical cord in me or some shit?"
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| "My view is that I don't know shit"
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| "And I live in trash"
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| Uchino:By this time, Uchino had returned from leaving, unnoticed, grabbing a bottle of water that he had stolen along his journey. Sweat dripping from all of their bodies due to the high heats the bottoms keep.
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| Nox:"Fucken love trash"
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| "Know how much good shit these poor saps throw away?"
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| Sal:Sal drops from the ceiling, slamming the compacted floor and giving a roll to ease his strain.
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| Nox:"I found a whole statue in the pits once"
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| "Took its head and made a door holder with it"
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| Sal:"Another place I've warned you. You're going to get caught in that fire if you keep going out there."
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| Nox:"So much useful shit"
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| Sal:"They're gonna turn that on one day earlier and you'll be gone."
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| Nox:"Better in the fire then blown apart by some ass hat"
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| "Least it will be quick as well. And I'll be doing what I love"
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| Sal:Sal stops for a moment and licks the side of his head as a form of scratching before asking
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| "Did you say door holder?"
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| Nox:"A good death I think"
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| "Yeah a door holder"
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| "Hold the door for the bad sten to leave"
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| Uchino:Uchino nods, agreeing with Nox's view on a fiery death.
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| Nox:"Don't want to be around them when I purge them"
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| "Too much bad yomo for me"
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| Sal:"Yomo-kay. Listen."
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| "I've brought someone around."
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| "Someone I've been working with for awhile now."
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| Nox:Attempts to notice (0)
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| Niaji Stror:As Sal says this, Nox notices something in the corner of his eye, causing him to look over before both him, and Uchino are frieghtened by the sudden appearance of a cloaked figure
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| Sal:"Niaji."
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| Nox:"Oh fuck shit!" Nox flails up and kicks his shoe at Niaji
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| Sal:"He has been helping train me and getting me various jobs, ones that do-"
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| Nox:Attempts to kick (113)
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| Niaji Stror:The shoe slams against his face and falls to the ground, as he gives only a slight turn to look at Nox with masked confusion.
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| Sal:"Well, that's the introduction."
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| Nox:Nox jumps up making an odd high pitched scratching noise
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| Sal:"He's been helping me get jobs that don't have to do with the gangs. I'm fully freelance."
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| "No family affiliation or anything."
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| Nox:Nox looks up hearing Sal still talking
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| "Well past making me shit my self. How much money we talken?"
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| Niaji Stror:The clocked man offers a half bow as greeting
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| "Huia."
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| Uchino:"Huia, odd-man."
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| Nox:He give two and a half quick head nods and Niaji
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| Sal:"I've almost made enough to get a grononit blade."
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| Nox:"Damn that's really nice"
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| "I like scrap metal blades myself but to each there own"
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| Uchino:He's taking a drink of his water, just sort of keeping up with the conversation, looking back and forth to whoever is talking at the moment
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| Nox:"Hey sal? You made sure that this new guy did the entrance ritual right?"
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| Sal:"Only you does that."
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| Nox:"Fuck really!?"
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| "I knew shit felt weird in here. Its all the bad yomo you guys let in"
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| "Fucking assholes"
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| Sal:Leaning his head back, he droops his body in a type of awkward way that he seems to find comfortable.
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| "Calm down, Umor."
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| Nox:"Sal I expected this from but even you Uchino?"
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| Uchino:He raises his drink, unsure how to respond as Sal speaks up, skipping this conversation
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| Sal:"When are you going to throw in the bag?"
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| Nox:Nox takes this time to walk over to grab his other shoe while thinking
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| "Gonne be a little bit want to take a breather before heading out. Shit got a wee bit fucked and had to run for a bit"
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| "Why?"
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| Sal:"The longer it's here, the longer they'll look for it. Once Diago has it, I'm sure word will spread to stop looking for it."
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| "What's in it anyways?"
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| Uchino:Uchino looks over towards it.
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| "It really wasn't much."
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| Nox:"No clue bunch of shit I don't understand"
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| "Its too new to be in my area of expertise"
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| Uchino:"It's inner walls glow to give a light. That was pretty cool."
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| "But I think the job here was more just to see if we had the stuff to do it."
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| Sal:"You mugged Kitchen-Mitch to prove you weren't scared?"
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| "Surely there was another way of going about this. Plus, now, he knows what you look like."
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| Nox:'So?"
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| "Not like I'm that out and about. I live in my kingdom. And never leave except to come here or get more trash or food. Thankfully both are in the same place"
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| Sal:"Odd one, you are, Nomox."
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| Nox:"So I've been told"
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| "Makes sense my personality matches my looks"
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| Sal:Leaning against one of the pillars, Sal stares at the ceiling.
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| "Well, Niaji. You've met them, you okay to offer us a better cuaona now?"
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| Niaji Stror:"If you vouch for them, then it's your head."
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| A lowered, magnetic-like voice states
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| Nox:"That's not a good trade I think"
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| Sal:"Nike."
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| Nox:"Should do a better job negotiating"
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| "I would have said my hand that's as high as I will go"
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| Niaji Stror:He looks over to Nox and hears him out
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| Nox:"Plus a statue is much better as a head door holder anyway"
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| "Regular heads decay to fast"
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| Niaji Stror:"Ghmm."
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| Nox:"I think he's getting excited over there"
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| "So am I"
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| Sal:"Just let him speak. His words are harmless. But he makes sure his portion is fulfilled."
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| Nox:"Wanna go roll in some trash"
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| "I harm myself and others with my words all the time thank you"
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| "Mainly myself"
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| Niaji Stror:He stares at Nox, just letting him go on
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| Nox:"Alright, You got me"
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| "Only myself"
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| "I don't talk to anyone else"
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| "What the fuck are we doing here right now?"
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| "What's going on right now?"
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| Niaji Stror:"He has spun himself into confusion, are you certain you wanna trust this?"
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| Sal:"He'll be fine."
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| Nox:"I spun myself into the truth"
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| Sal:"You just gotta give him the goal and he'll stick to it."
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| Nox:"Something you can't begin to handle"
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| "You know that the government is lying about the Máncátír population?"
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| Niaji Stror:Niaji looks to Sal but then pauses and does a double take on Nox before looking back to Sal.
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| "Alright. The target is going to be rather unique."
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| Nox:"Think about the how much food it would take to feed them. Or think about the smell and there shit and piss. I mean what about when they shed?"
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| Niaji Stror:"You'll have to go to th-."
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| Niaji looks back to Nox and hears him out on this theory
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| Nox:"Or think about this the crime statistics don't add up either"
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| "I mean think about having these dangerous beast's. Full of hate and rape and letting that many live or be in the area"
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| "Crime would be outrageous"
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| "Think about how many viruses would spread because of their lack of hygiene"
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| "The numbers just don't add up"
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| "Its an inside job and cover up"
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| Nox:"They drawing attention away from the cyber robot armies they are making"
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| "The want another a third ai war damn it
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| "In that place they are. Bringing doom and machine horror's onto us all"
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| "Anyway"
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| "Point is"
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| Niaji Stror:He looks back to Sal.
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| "It's a Thorton. A real Ritta. She has a vacation in the sub-seas in a couple of days. I got you four ports into the area. You'll have to go and find her, she'll likely be on a boat, so you'll have to grab one of those yourself."
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| Nox:"No way there are that many Máncátír's around"
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| "Just a fucking hoax"
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| "Anyone you recommend getting a boat from down there?"
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| Sal:He gives a nod
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| "Right on. Haven't been to the seas yet. Be an interesting day."
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| Nox:"What's her security looking like as well?"
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| Niaji Stror:"No."
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| Niaji quickly answers Nox before looking back to Sal.
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| "Remember the one rule."
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| "She's just a Thorton. Shouldn't have any."
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| "She has some info on one of the local faces."
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| Nox:"Good, good. Aye aye."
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| Niaji Stror:"Needs to ensure that 'formation don't leak anywhere."
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| Sal:"Nike."
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| Pushing himself from the wall, Sal questions
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| "I've heard the seas are fairly big. Any chance of just hiding there tonight and waiting for the Ritta?"
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| Nox:"Its better to go soon and be prepared then rushing down there"
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| Niaji Stror:"I doubt many of the workers there will be particularly perceptive of some new hands. New Kuno come and go."
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| Nox:Nox sits up with that putting the bag over his shoulder
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| "Will be easy enough to blend in I think"
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| "Just make sure are we killing her?"
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| Sal:"You do stink."
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| Nox:"yeah I live is trash"
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| "What the fuck else would I smell like you fucking idiot"
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| "I even said I eat trash"
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| Sal:"You're down for some murder, Nomox?"
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| Nox:"Like damn what a terrible insult"
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| "Yeah I could go for some murder"
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| Uchino:Uchino's eyes begin to dim as he realizes their new task
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| Sal:"Nike."
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| Nox:He looks over at Uchino "Don't worry I'll do the deed"
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| Sal:"Told you he was good for it."
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| His words strike Niaji as the cloaked figer looks to Nox, worried.
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| Nox:"I know how to cleanse myself of the bad yomo"
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| "Can I keep her head?"
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| Sal:"And if the yomo becomes too heavy, I'll be ther-"
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| "Okay."
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| "Well, that's the question."
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| Niaji Stror:Niaji pauses
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| Nox:"I mean I don't want to. Just curious if I can"
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| Niaji Stror:Unsure of how to respond to this but takes a moment to question
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| "I.. Thought they decayed too fast?"
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| Nox:"Yeah for a head door hold"
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| "Gonna use it for a paper weight"
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| "For all my important papers and stuff"
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| Niaji Stror:"I thought you said you don't want to?"
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| Nox:"I don't"
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| Sal:"What important papers?"
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| Nox:"But that's what I would use it for"
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| Sal:"What papers?"
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| "All you have is metal and plastic."
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| "And a bit of scavenged clothes."
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| Nox:"The papers I steal from random people that I read and laugh at"
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| Niaji Stror:"I would prefer if she kept her head."
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| Nox:"I like to read the posters they make as well"
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| 'Like no dumping"
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| Niaji Stror:"While there are ways of identifying her, that's the easiest."
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| Nox:"That one makes me angry"
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| "Damn"
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| "Can't have anything in this place"
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| Uchino:He nods, agreeing on the mood killing posters around
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| Nox:"Wait!"
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| Niaji Stror:"Oh, shit."
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| Nox:"You can take Sal's head but I can't take her's?"
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| "That's kind of fucked up"
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| "Kind of hypocritical of you"
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| "Should be ashamed"
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| Niaji Stror:"Sal doesn't need to be identified."
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| Nox:"Yeah he does"
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| Niaji Stror:"He doesn't even have records."
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| Nox:"How am I gonna talk to his sten without his head?"
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| Sal:"Thanks to Shoda."
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| Nox:"He does in my important papers"
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| Niaji Stror:"What is a sten?"
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| Nox:"Man doesn't even know what a sten is"
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| "Sten is the essence of a person or thing"
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| "It is in everything and everyone"
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| Niaji Stror:"You're not the people person of this group, are you?"
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| Nox:"Then you have nami sten's which are great being of essence"
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| "They hold domain over specific area's of reality and concepts of the world"
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| "My personal nami sten is Numi Homan. The sten of recovery and luck and shadows"
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| Niaji Stror:"I'm going to return to training young Jouji-Ken. I'll await the report of her death. Then I'll make sure you all get your pay."
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| Nox:"You do you. You sten less weirdo"
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| Sal:"Speaking of.-"
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| Niaji Stror:Attempts to strike (199)
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| Nox:Attempts to dodge (58)
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| Niaji Stror:Nox was actually taken off guard as Niaji slaps him across the face, getting him to stumber and pause
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| Nox:"Fucking slapped me" He bursts out laughing
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| Niaji Stror:"You hold no respect, and yet you wish to work for the Marauders?"
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| Nox:"Who the fuck slaps someone?"
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| "I don't even know who you are"
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| Niaji Stror:He stumbles over a few words before letting out a sigh of annoyance and irritation.
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| "Truly a unique bunch you are."
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| Nox:Nox now knowing he's one beings walking off to drop the bag off
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>won
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| Niaji Stror:He looks to Sal for a moment before letting out a grunt and walking off.
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| Nox:*Nox now knowing hes won begins walking off to drop of the bag
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| Sal:"Same Ritta you spoke of before?"
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| Nox:"Oh your leaving too?"
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| Niaji Stror:"Ci."
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| Sal:"Nike."
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| Nox:"Wanna walk together we could even hold hands"
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| Niaji Stror:He ignores Nox and keeps walking
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| Nox:"Damn getting the could shoulder. Fucking Máncátír lover I bet. Species traitor"
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| Uchino:As Nox and Niaji leave the hang out, Uchino looks over to Sal.
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| "What do you think my nami sten is?"
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| Sal:"I don't even know what would all be included in that to give a hypothetical answer."
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| "He took the bag, probably going to throw it. Might wanna catch up or he could leave your doings out of the chat with Diago.... Might also need to be the one to talk to Diago or he'll get himself killed."
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| Uchino:He gives a nod before turning and starting to following along with heightened pace
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| Sal:As Uchino leaves, Sal too lets out a long and loud exhale.
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| "How the hell did I even meet that man?"
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| Narrator: Uchino and Nox are allowed through the doors of Diago's restaurant, where they feel a sense of unease. Chills run down their spines as several of the regulars stare their way.
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| Nox:Nox slides the bag off of his shoulder giving it to Uchino
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| He leans over whispering to Uchino "Gonna say crazy shit if they ask me anything"
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| "You got this I believe in you"
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| Marauder Member: The two are walked to a booth where they're motioned to take a seat, a menu placed in front of them.* "Either of you want a drink?"
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| Nox:"Karm no sude mo no chi"
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| Uchino:Uchino nods along with Nox, and takes his seat, thinking of a drink.
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| Nox:He bans the back of his knuckles five times
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>He knocks the back of his knuckles five times
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| Nox looks over "Give me an dumpster fire, smooth two ice cubes, and add a shot of gin"
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| Marauder Member: "A... We don't... Yeah, we don't serve that."
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| Nox:"Fuck"
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| "That makes sense though"
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| "I just made that up"
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| Marauder Member: The Marauder is taken aback
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| Nox:"Was really hoping it was real to be honest with you"
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| Uchino:"We'll take a couple of basic bubbles."
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| Nox:"What about a rocket punch?"
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| Marauder Member: *Ayet."
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| The Marauder walks away, leaving them to their conversation
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| Nox:"Knew I would guess one that was real eventually"
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| "My next guess was going to be Arch arachnid"
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| Uchino:"I think that's a type of cycle up top."
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| Nox:"Be cool if it came with a spider to eat with the drink"
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| "Really?"
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| Uchino:"Yeah, my dad used to brag about catching a guy by accident because they guy slammed into his car and went flying."
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| "Broken half the bones in his body and still lived."
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| "Well... Guess he didn't catch him. Just sort of stopped him."
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| "Either way. Spiders are cool."
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| Nox:"bet his bones had putty in them"
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| "I've heard that's what they do on the surface to make bones stronger"
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| Uchino:"I wonder why they're one of the things that survived the war."
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| "What?"
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| Nox:"You know like concrete putty?"
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| Uchino:"They just slam their bodies into the ground and throw themselves off buildings?"
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| Nox:"Also spiders are to fucking cool to die"
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| Uchino:"Just break themselves so they heal stronger, huh?"
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| Nox:"Robots spared them I bet"
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| "Knew they would taste good to eat"
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| "I envy their feats they must have had"
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| "So many crunchy and hairy spiders running in their robotic mouths"
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| "Fuck I could eat a spider right now"
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| Uchino:"I... I don't think they had mouths."
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| Nox:"What?"
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| Uchino:"Pretty sure that's not how robots or.. computers, or any of that works."
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| Nox:"How else would they survive?"
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| "I feed my computer with meat parts"
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| Uchino:"..."
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| "How?"
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| Nox:"Just rub it all over it and then find the meat port"
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| Uchino:"They don't eat, they just need electric energy."
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| Nox:"Shove it in and then let the holy sten do its work"
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| Uchino:"The mea-.. You have a computer?"
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| Nox:"Cheya"
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| "I have three"
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| "And one even works"
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| Uchino:"What are they connected to?"
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| Nox:"My wall"
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| Uchino:"Okay."
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| "Let's just figure out what we're eating."
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| Nox:"Yeah that sounds good"
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| "I want spiders"
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| "You think they got them here?"
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| Uchino:Looking over towards the wall, where a screen menu resides, Uchino looks at the variety they have and has to pause and glances to Nox when he notices one of the deserts being 'fried arachnid-funnels'
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| "I'm actually.. Unpleasantly surprised that they do."
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| Nox:He takes a long draw back and the rocks forward "Oh hell yeah!"
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| "I should have know this was a place of class and culture"
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| "I'm moved to pure joy"
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| "Anyway I'm not the hungry so I'll just take that"
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| Uchino:The evening goes on well enough, with the two being served food that they each find enjoyable enough. Just as they begin to end, a man approaches their table.
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| Moroon:"You two said you had something for Diago, yeah?"
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| Nox:Nox nods towards Uchino
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| Uchino:Uchino looks to Nox for a moment before looking back to Moroon, grabbing the bag.
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| "Ye-yeah, uh.. We were told that he had set out a.. A.. He wanted this bag."
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| "And so we went and got it."
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| Nox:"I punched and kneed that guy who had it"
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| Moroon:"You? You two are the ones who jumped Kitchen-Mitch earlier?"
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| Uchino:He nods
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| "Yep. That was us."
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| Nox:"Yeah he was a dumb cunt"
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| "I laughed at him after I took it"
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| Moroon:He looks at his hands before clasping them and lowering them to his waist.
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| "Alright. C'mon."
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| Moroon leads the two into a door not far away, passing through a bit of the kitchen before walking up a set of stairs, where they find a circular room, considered the VIP room, only for those higher ranking marauders.
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| Uchino shows obvious edge as they pass through, hiding his hands in his pockets and lowering his head before finally Moroon nods for them to enter another door. Not going any further.
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| Uchino:Uchino looks between him and the door for a second before entering and finding Diago and a handful of other men playing a game of pool. A flavored vaper filling the room which causes them to relax a bit as they inhale it.
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| Diago:Looking to the two newly entered characters, Diago raises a hand and places down a set of chips that he had been using to play a group game with other members.
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| Nox:Nox enters the room and goes to turn the door after its closed and having to stop himself from doing his ritual turning back to look at the men at the table with a look of pain and disgust on his face
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| Familiar Voice: "That's them!"
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| Diago:Diago looks over to another man who reveals a face with a freshly broken nose
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| Mitch:"That's the punks!"
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| Nox:"Surprised your still sentient"
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| Diago:Looking back to the two, Diago questions
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| "Ouh, really?"
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| "You're telling me a couple of kids beat your ass?"
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| "Mitch, you're starting to loose it."
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| "So, you got it then?"
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| Nox:Nox nods to Uchino
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| Uchino:"... Wait.."
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| Uchino stares at Mitch for a moment before a large man stands from his position off to the side and stares at them. His darker complexion and preferred clothing blending him with the shadows
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| "Kitchen-Mitch works for the Marauder?"
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| Nox:"Oh a nemphair"
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| "Don't see them type every day"
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>Types
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| Uchino:Uchino looks back to Nox before looking over to the guard he had struck earlier
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| he gives him a bit of a wave before shrugging his presence off.
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| Nox:Nox laughs that he waved at him
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| Diago:"Well.. Yeah. Everyone around here works for, or at the least, with us."
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| Uchino:"So... What was the point in taking his bag?"
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| Nox:"Nice a monopoly"
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| "Read about them in my special papers"
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| Diago:"Mono- Okay, do you even know what that means?"
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| "First off, we're not a monopoly. We're just liked by the general groups."
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| Nox:"Yeah a compony or operation which control the market"
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|
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| "So what your a trust system?"
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| Diago:"Secondly, the point was to see who had the round ones to take on someone of such name stature as Mitch."
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| Nox:"Everyone works together to insure the stability and profit of the market?"
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| Uchino:"That's... Fuckin' stupid."
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| Nox:"Also shows a fault in his defense"
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| Uchino:"Are you.. How are you a boss?"
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| Nox:"Hehehe"
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| Uchino:"How are you the leader? Was that your idea?"
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| Nox:Nox is fucking losing his shit at this
| |
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| Diago:"Actually, no. I'm just a face. Though I'm not appreciating this tone or words."
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| Nox:"Man that's why I like you Uchino"
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| Uchino:"Why the fuck would I work with an idiot?"
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| Nox:"Always saying shit that makes sense and cuts through everything"
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| Uchino:"Let alone for?"
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| Nox:"Yeah that's why he won't work for me"
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| "He could co rule my trash kingdom with me"
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| Uchino:"Nox is weird. Weird I can handle, but I.. You're just fuckin' stupid. You should have sent us after one of your enemies."
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| Nox:"Turns it down every time"
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| Uchino:"Not your own people."
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| Nox:"That would have made more sense"
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| "But could have started a conflict"
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| Diago:"Now, I've warned you a first time. I won't tell you a second. Lower it."
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| Nox:"Plausible deniability though I guess"
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| Diago:"And let's say I were to send you after another grou-"
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| Nox:"Why are you guts playing poker?"
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| Diago:Nox has given his answers
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| Nox:*Guys
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| Diago:"It's not poker, it's a- Shut up. This constant disrespect has ensured you'll never make it in here, you're free to leave, and that's only because I'm in a good mood today. Knowing Kitchen-Mitch and his man-beast over there, the Catir, had their shit stomped by a couple of Marous."
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| Nox:"Cool that sounds good"
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| "But I don't punch dumb cunts for free"
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| "Gonna need some money"
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| Uchino:He looks over to the nemphair and gives a bit of a tilt of his head, similar to a confused animal
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| Nox:"Or permission to eat out of your trash"
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| Uchino:His confusion is changed to Nox
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| Diago:"Just get out."
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| Nox:"Damn"
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| "Should have asked just for the trash"
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| Uchino:"Wait a minute, you guys are working with a mancatir?"
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| Nox:"Wait what!"
| |
|
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| "You guys are working for the feds?"
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| Uchino:"Yeah, that fuckin' nemphair over there."
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| The man takes a couple of steps towards them
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| Nox:"I knew the Máncátír was an inside job"
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| "The signs were there all along"
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| Uchino:Uchino takes off
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| Nox:"I fucking told you Unchino!"
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| Nox sees him run and chases after him
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| Uchino:He struggles with the door for a moment as the nemphair gets closer, the two just barely getting out before getting grabbed by the larger man
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| Jumping down the stairs, Uchino looks back to make sure Nox is there
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| Nox:"Suck my mutant dick you fucking nemphair!"
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| Nox jumps down with him
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| Uchino:A painful scream turned howl is heard as the entire restaurant freezes
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| Nox:"Alright we need to leave now"
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| Nox looks for a window that he can jump through
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| Uchino:"As Nox jumps, he sees a thick, hairy, bloody arm just barely misses his back.*
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| "Go!"
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| Uchino goes to run the way they came but Nox lands in front of him, causing him to push Nox towards that direction.
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| Narrator: Nox mostly remembers the way, as they are now in the kitchen, with several windows along the walls of the restaurant they had ate in. The doors seeming too far away.
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| Nox:Nox thinks fuck this shit and runs at the nearest window and goes to burst through it
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| Attempts to run (96)
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| Attempts to jump (131)
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| Attempts to jump (119)
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| Narrator: Nox runs at decent speeds before jumping through a window and landing on another building, which he begins sliding down it's slick sloped, scrap roof.
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| Nox:Attempts to hold (111)
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| Uchino:As he slides down, he manages to stay on his feet and jumps before he falls off, grabbing hold of one of the walk ways as several people stop and look over, a couple rushing to help him up
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| Narrator: As he slides down, he manages to stay on his feet and jumps before he falls off, grabbing hold of one of the walk ways as several people stop and look over, a couple rushing to help him up *
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| Nox:Nox takes the help up
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| He looks back over towards the window "Hey, Uchino jump out the window!"
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| "It worked out really well for me!"
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| "I'm sure you can do it as well!"
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| "Got a lot of faith in the sten that you will make it buddy!"
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| Attempts to notice (0)
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| Narrator:As Nox calls for his accomplice, suddenly a body flies towards him
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| Does (30) physical damage
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| Nox:"Fucking sten"
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| Attempts to physically tolerate (0)
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| Narrator:The body slams against him at high speeds, causing him along with bystanders that helped him to be thrown off the otherside of the walk way, seriously insuring most while Nox lands ontop of one.
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| Nox:"I should have stayed in my trash kingdom" He lets a couple of coughs and goes to to stand up to run and hid from that dumb beast
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| Narrator:As Nox stands, he notices the creature sliding down from the roof, letting out a loud, ear piercing screech
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| Nox:Nox rushes to find a hiding place
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| Attempts to hide (2)
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| Narrator:Nox finds one of the best hiding places that is not only comfortable but would be difficult for him to be seen. However as he turns to see the creature, he sees a couple of sparks appear in the sky before a high pitched sound that's akin of what he has heard birds described as
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| Nox:Attempts to notice (8)
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| Narrator:Just before the creature hits the ground, Nox sees, almost in slow motion, a room sized square appear on the ground below it, causing it to fall right through, with another being created along the bottom of the building above them
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| Kyuu:By this point, everyone is running as the creature just falls through the ground, as a man dressed in black calmly walks up, unholstering his pistol and keeping it by his side.
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| Gateway:A retangle appears in the wall next to Kyuu as a man walks out of it, an arm raised and watching the creature as it finds itself in a loop, constantly falling through a newly created square along the floor before it hits it, being teleported to another newly appearing square somewhere along the bottom of the building above them.
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|
| |
| "Well, Kyuu?"
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| Kyuu:"Your 'tousia is still pretty impressive, Prescott."
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| Gateway:"C'mon, man. You don't have a code name."
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| Kyuu:"Relax, everything down here is about family. They'll protect yours as much as they protect their own."
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| Gateway:"Family? Pfft, think I give a shit about any of them? It's for the brand."
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| Kyuu:"That's nice to know. You're not even in suit."
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| Gateway:"Yeah, but the powers are being used, the name is being called. People will know, it'll spread."
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| Kyuu:As Kyuu watches the creature picking up speed, constantly writhing and flailing, screams of fear and anger emitting from it. He questions
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| "Could you slow it down?"
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| Gateway:"Ehh, I could change the direction to being horizontal instead of vertical."
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| "Gravity would eventually slow it down."
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| Kyuu:Looking back towards the window it came crashing out of, Kyuu lowers his head.
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| Gateway:"What the hell are we doing here anyways?"
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| Kyuu:"You remember Chimera?"
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| Nox:Nox is just chilling half awake listening tot hem talk while he sorts through random trash on the ground near him
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>to
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| Gateway:"That weird ass immortal you were speaking with?"
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| Nox:Nox somewhat perks up at this
| |
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| Kyuu:"He wants out. Offered to give us info to take out this whole region in exchange for a total restart."
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| Nox:And pulls his special paper maker to write shit down
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| Gateway:"How total are we talking here?"
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| Kyuu:"Full treatment."
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| Gateway:"Hmph. Must have had a lot of information to buy him that. So want me to just kill this thing?"
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| Kyuu:Looking back to the creature
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| "Technically... We're supposed to keep them as safe as we can."
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| "But I don't feel like doing the paper work and dealing with him, his files says he's one of the more dangerous ones, openly killing children and commonly causing fights."
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| Gateway:"Alright."
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| The ground portal never appears as the mancatir slams against the floor, splattering into mush while going through two floors.
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| Kyuu:"Raid should be about over. Surprised no guns or 'tousias came out."
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| "Didn't even hear anything. Must have been a peaceful day."
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| "Let's go."
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| Another portal opens next to them against the wall as the two enter it, leaving the scene
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| Nox:Nox takes a second to make sure they have fully left before stepping out of his hiding place and walking over to the dead Máncátír
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| He kicks the fleshy bit before squatting down and taking the nice good meaty bits of the Máncátír
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| Saving them for good eats later
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| "Waste not, want no"
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>not
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| Narrator:Nox is able to take a pretty good sized piece of a meat, likely something that'll keep him and his computers going for a week
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| Nox:Afterwards he begins walking back to the warehouse where the group normally meets up
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| Narrator:As Nox walks along his path, casually and calmly, he watches as several troops rush by him.
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| R.E.L.E. Class B:First the Class B R.E.L.E. who are beginning to cover the surrounding area
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| S.3.H.B.:Several Shishibuki Shikei Shikko Hito Buntai, or Executioners of Freedom walk by in exoskeletal armors. Paying no attention to him, as some of the more curious civilians begin to be brutally beat by the Class B R.E.L.E.s*
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| E.S.H.C.:As he is walking, Nox hears one of the passing Executioners be stopped by someone, causing him to peer back to see a member of the E.S.H.C. telling them to stand down, only for the S.3.H.B. soldier to flip them off and shove them out of their way.
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| R.E.L.E. Class B:"The Eshercs have the situation under control! If you don't return home, you will be detained and punished!"
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| Several more R.E.L.E.s attack bystanders, some of whom attempt to explain that they live in the direction of the detainment, causing a small horde to slowly appear, yelling at the R.E.L.E.s who quickly find themselves outnumbered while the E.S.H.C. execute a couple to calm the tentions of the crowd, only to cause a split between the ranks that is ever present. However when some of the pedestrians begin throwing things at the R.E.L.E., a couple of E.S.H.C. officers blow them away, causing a larger mess and reheating the anger, as the crowd grows denser and denser, eventually blocking Nox's vision of the situation behind him.
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| Nox:Nox starts doing a limping jog trying to get away from the growing violence
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| Narrator:Hours pass as Nox wakes up the next morning, various pieces of trash covering and protecting him as he stares ahead.
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| Nox:A small smile covers his face as he takes a second to enjoy the comfort and warmth of the trash around him
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| "Thank the sten's. Trash. Just what I wanted"
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| He slowly lifts himself up taking caution not to aggravate his injury
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| "Alright need to get to the hangout"
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| He reaches down and takes a handful of trash and puts it in his pocket for good luck before walking off
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| Narrator:It takes a bit of time, but Nox eventually makes it there, to find Sal hanging upside down from the ceiling, his tongue wrapped around a beam, holding him up.
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| Nox:"Yo"
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| "Do you sleep like that?"
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| Sal:His eyes open as he looks down to Nox before relaxing his tongue and falling to the ground, turning mid fall to land on his feet and diving into a roll.
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| "No."
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| "That's how I meditate."
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| "Concentrate."
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| Nox:"Ahh alright that's fair"
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| "I normally do that by starting into my computer screen"
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| <nowiki>*</nowiki>Staring
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| Uchino:"That's not fair!?"
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| An aggitated voice appears as Uchino enters the scene, throwing something onto the ground.
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| "That's not fucking fair!"
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| "That's retarded!"
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| Nox:"Yo"
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| Uchino:"That's absolutely fucking stupid!"
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| "You're a newt!'
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| Nox:"I agree with you"
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| Uchino:"Not a fuckin' bat!"
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| "Which doesn't even make sense!"
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| "Nox!"
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| "Nox can hang upside down like that!'
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| Nox:"Yeah what's up?"
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| "Oh I guess I would be"
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| "I'm up"
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| Uchino:"Because that's what opossums do!"
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| "That's not what Newts do!"
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| Nox:"Hell yeah we do!"
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| "Man this has been a great day"
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| Sal:"Alright, let's just.. What happened?"
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| Uchino:"What happened!?"
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| Nox:"Slept in trash, got complimented, Sal got insulted for some reason"
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| "All good things"
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| Uchino:"What happened was we were chased by a fucking mancatir, and then the police raided the building!"
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| Nox:"I was chased by a Máncátír"
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| Uchino:"We!"
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| Nox:"It came after me and threw a body at me"
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| "I have broken ribs"
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| Uchino:"We were chased, you jumped out a window while I went through the kitchen!"
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| Nox:"Also they are a government psyop
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| Uchino:"I was taken into custody... Again!"
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| "What?"
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| Nox:"Mother fucking feds came and killed him while I was hiding"
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| "Did some portal powers and blew his body into mush"
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| "Here see" He pulls out the now day old meat he got off of the Máncátír
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| Uchino:"Nox, the body was perfectly fine. They shot him to deat- Oashu goaa!"
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| "Get that away from me!?"
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| "What the hell is that thing?"
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| Nox:"Máncátír meat. I just said it was"
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| Uchino:"You said see and pulled out..."
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| "Death."
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| Nox:"Got this good eats from its blown apart body" He wiggles it around towards his direction with a sense of pride clear on his face
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| Sal:"What is wrong with your digestive system that it allows you to think that's okay to eat?"
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| Uchino:"Sal!"
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| Nox:"You mean why is mine so much better then yours?"
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| Uchino:"You have no room to speak here, you eat people!"
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| Nox:"Does he?"
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| Sal:"No."
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| Nox:"Damn"
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| "Was gonna ask if it was good eats"
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| Sal:"I just dissolve them with my acid and-... Probably wouldn't be your type, Nomox."
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| Uchino:"How did I get thrown into this?! How am I even apart of this group!? This is fucking crazy!"
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| Nox:"See he just drinks them like a acid human smoothie"
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| "That's way different the eating them"
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| Uchino:"Those... gangsters Those faces and muscle are just a bunch of fakers."
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| Nox:"I mean they were compared to the feds the came later"
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| Uchino:"That's all it is. It's all fronts. They just let a couple of kids go through and... bully them?"
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| Nox:"Fucking was near shitting myself"
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| Uchino:"What has happened to people these days?"
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| Nox:"Didn't we and I mean you by we bully them?"
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| Uchino:He looks to Nox
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| "What are you saying?"
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| Nox:"No fucking idea"
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| "What are you saying?"
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| Uchino:"I think I'm having a mid-life crisis."
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| Nox:"Too young for that shit kid"
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| Sal:"You're fourteen, hardly mid."
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| Nox:"Having a puberty crises"
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| Uchino:He stops and looks as both of them said this at the same time
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| Nox:"Hehe"
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| Uchino:"I don't want to fuck any of them! This has nothing to do with me pubes or hormones!"
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| "I just... I didn't realize how much of a bitch those guys would be!"
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| "I thought they'd be something actually dangerous. Something cool!"
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| Nox:"I mean what do you expect they are past their primes"
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| "All the people at the bottom and middle do the actual hard work"
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| "They are just the brains and bad ones at that"
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| Uchino:"There was no brains were we went."
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| "They serve spiders."
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| "... I'm done."
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| Nox:"Hey!"
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| Uchino:"I'm not.. I'm not killing anyone for anyone like those people."
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| Nox:"Leave the spiders out of this!"
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| "They were fucking great"
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| Sal:"Money ain't too great either, as far as assassins go."
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| Nox:"I'd kill people for less"
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| "Mainly good scrap"
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| "Can't ever have enough good scrap"
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| Uchino:"None of this is anything special. You two are just... Just weird comic relief."
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| "And it's... This isn't the scene I was looking for."
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| Nox:Nox actually gets a little sad from that one
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| Sal:Sal looks defeated when he is referred to as comic relief
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| Nox:"Man that's just uncalled for"
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| "That's just hurtful"
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| "I mean I may be weird but I'm not a joke man"
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| "That's not cool"
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| Uchino:"Not cool? None of this is cool. It was supposed to be better. Life was supposed to be better, those fucking assholes were supposed to be better."
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| "None of this is... None of this is real."
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| "It's all just a figment."
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| Nox:"I mean they were never going to be what you wanted them to be"
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| Uchino:"I'm in the Diyu."
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| "That's what this is."
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| "The fuckin' Diyu, I put myself in it. None of this is really happening."
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| "It's all in my fucking head."
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| Nox:"You need to go and touch the concrete man"
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| "Your losing it"
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| Uchino:"How do I escape?"
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| Uchino swings at Nox
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| Attempts to strike (212)
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| Nox:Attempts to dodge (91)
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| Uchino:Nox is jawed, square, and forced into a stumble for a moment
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| "Just shut the fuck up!"
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| "God damn it!'
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| "You're constantly spouting shit!"
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| Nox:"fucking sour cunt"
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| Uchino:"Constantly have something to say in the background!"
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| "And it never makes any sense!"
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| "Never!"
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| Nox:"Your just a needy child desperate for approval"
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| Uchino:"What the fuck is a sten!?"
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| "What is a cunt!"
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| Nox:"Its a fucking being of pure essence"
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| Uchino:"That doesn't fucking exist!"
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| Nox:"You watch your fucking mouth right now"
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| Uchino:"Your dumb ass OCD rituals do nothing but slow you and everyone else down!"
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| Nox:"That punch I'll let slide"
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| Uchino:"You're wasting your time!"
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| Nox:"The fucking sten I will not"
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| Uchino:"And therefore I'm wasting my time."
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| "You're a fucking loser."
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| "Both of you."
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| Nox:"GO then you fucking halfwit"
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| Uchino:"I'm out of here."
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| Uchino walks off
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| Nox:"Good don't let the fucking daddy issues hit you on the way out"
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| Sal:Sal nods and raises his eye brows
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|
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| "That kid was kind of a dick."
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| Nox:"Fuck what is with people hitting me"
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| Sal:"You have one of them faces."
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| Nox:"I broke my fucking ribs trying to get that Máncátír away from him"
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|
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| "Oh because I look like a mutant?"
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| Sal:"Yes."
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| Nox:"Fucking racist"
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| Sal:"As a matter of a fact."
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| "I am."
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| Nox:"Your lucky your blue"
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| Sal:He gives a wide, ear to ear, unnatural smile
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| Nox:"Didn't think the kid would lose his shit so much"
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| "Fucking pansy"
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| "Couldn't handle actually living down here"
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| Sal:"Mancatirs can be pretty spooky from my understanding."
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| Nox:"Fucking was left down here when I was five"
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| Sal:"He... He literally lives just a few blocks from here."
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| Nox:"Don't see me being a bitch"
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| Sal:"No, you just sort of lost your mind."
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| Nox:"Yeah at least he lives somewhere"
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| Sal:"You live somewhere."
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| "In the trash."
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| Nox:"Yeah I have to"
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| Sal:"Your lovely, lovely, nasty, trash."
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| "You don't have to."
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| Nox:"I don't have any family"
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| "Or money"
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| Sal:"Who needs money, someone would adopt you."
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| Nox:"Do you know how fucked in the head I am?"
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| "I'm going to make a trash man"
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| "Fuck this"
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| Sal:"There is a whole adoption agency down a few districts."
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| "See, now you're just working yourself up."
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| "This is all just unnecessary."
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| Nox:"Are you out off your blue god damn mind?"
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| "Who the fuck would adopt my ass?"
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| Sal:"Actually, I think my mind is pink."
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| Nox:"I look like someone beat my face as a baby"
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| Sal:"I'm sure someone would. Someone out there could use a-."
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|
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| "Didn't they?"
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| Nox:"I looked like I was punched in the womb"
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| "Yeah actually I think they did"
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| Sal:"That was always my assumption."
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| "Yeah, that makes sense."
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| Nox:"You were right"
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| Sal:"That's a nice change of pace."
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| "Usually I just go with things and they turn out okay enough for me."
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| Nox:"Yeah normally your stuck on the celling being wrong"
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| "Cause your a bitch"
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| Sal:"I'm not stuck."
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| Nox:"Wait you weren't?"
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| Sal:"You already got hit once, do you wanna be tongued?"
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| Nox:"Depends on where"
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| Sal:"...."
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| "I'll retract that statement and think more on my phrasing next time."
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| Nox:"You really should"
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| Sal:"This was a valuable learning experience."
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| Nox:"Hehe"
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|
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| "Also you shouldn't get your tongue anywhere near me"
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| " haven't bathed in a few years"
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| "And I live in trash"
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| "And sleep in trash"
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| Sal:"I spit super acid that literally melts skin. My mouth is fairly clean."
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| Nox:"I ain't talking about you mouth"
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| "Talking about the taste"
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| Sal:"How do you look as clean as you are?"
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| "I can't taste anything."
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| Nox:"Mutant ability"
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| "Oh that sucks"
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| Sal:"Yeah."
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| Nox:"I'd kill myself"
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| Sal:Sal opens his mouth for a moment before narrowing his eyes and glancing to Nox
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| Nox:"Love eating spider and trash to much"
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| Sal:"That's what would do it, huh?"
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| Nox:"Yeah I ain't got much more"
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| Sal:"Well, you got me there. So if just one more things gets taken from you, you're ending it?"
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| Nox:"I'm surprised I haven't been killed yet honestly"
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| Sal:"I am too."
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| Nox:"Or I haven't killed myself"
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| Sal:"Wasn't going to bring it up."
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| Nox:"I'm constantly losing myself to instability"
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| Sal:"I've noticed."
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| Nox:"Yeah I think its all the trash"
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| Sal:"It is a sea of it down there by the week's end."
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| Nox:"Yeah that's going to be pretty nice"
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|
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| "I'm glad I don't have a stronger ability"
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| Sal:"It'd probably be more effective to burn it all within a day instead of a weak, but I guess the pyro-guys need a minute to recharge or something?"
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| Nox:"I don't think that would be good for anyone if I did"
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| Sal:"So am I."
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| Nox:"Yeah I think so"
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| "Not sure the specifics"
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| Sal:"What would you do with like... Super strength?"
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| Nox:"Probably start rampaging across the city"
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| "Breaking shit just to collect it later to rebuild my palace"
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| Sal:"Wouldn't get far, but be entertaining to see you breaking down buildings while going off about your various conspiracies."
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| "I'd find a child and smash it's skull in my hands."
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| Nox:"I'd slowly tunnel into important infrastructure to weaken the city ability to support the top layers"
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| "Sounds pretty cool"
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| "Kind of a bitch for needing super strength to do that though"
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| "Could just do it now"
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| "Its a child"
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| Sal:"Oh I do."
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| Nox:"Yeah that makes sense"
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| "I'm gonna eat you if you ever die near me"
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| Sal:"Was thinking about doing that in a moment to get the edge off before heading for this murder."
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| "Yeah?"
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| "And when you die, I'll just melt you into a slushy and toss you into the garbage."
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| "Let you be in your heaven."
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| Nox:"I mean that sounds like a fitting end for me I appreciate that"
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| Sal:"Despite our differences, you're one of the few people I respect."
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|
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| "I'd try to give you something of a wanted resting place."
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| Nox:"That is just an awful idea and mistake but thanks"
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| Sal:"Most other people are too normal."
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| "You're entertaining."
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| "I don't trust you. In the slightest."
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| Nox:"I'd keep your skull as a way to commune with your sten"
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| "You shouldn't"
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| Sal:"As a matter of a fact, I think I'll be the one to kill you. But until then, I do like you."
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| Nox:"I mean I have no preference on my death so that works for me"
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| Sal:Nike."
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| Nox:"Just to let you know I will piss and shit myself when I die"
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| "Hopefully on you"
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| Sal:"Most people do."
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| Nox:"Wanna make its just unpleasant when you do kill me"
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| Sal:"Or... Most children do anyways."
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| Nox:"What's you fascination with kids?"
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| "Do you fuck them?"
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|
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| "Because that's where I draw the line"
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| Sal:"Oh, god no. I hold little sexual impulses>'
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| Nox:"Killing them is fine"
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| "Fucking them?"
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| "Ah hell no!"
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| Sal:"At least you found a line. Surprised you found one to be honest."
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| Nox:"Hey I have my morals"
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| Sal:"I thought you would have been fine with most of anything as long as the- You do?"
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| Nox:"Just like one of them"
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| "Yeah no kid fucking and don't fuck with me and my sten's"
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| "Those the two"
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| Sal:"Your Sten theory holds no evidence or merit."
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| Nox:"Cause your a faithless loser"
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| Sal:"Well, that's true."
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| Nox:"Get good with the sten and you will see"
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| "That's how I'm still alive"
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| Sal:"I think you're still alive because you're fucking crazy."
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| Nox:"That Máncátír should have killed me"
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| Sal:"You're planning to eat 'catir flesh."
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| Nox:"Yeah cause that's good fucking eats!"
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| Sal:"Didn't you say the government came in?"
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| Nox:"Yeah some powered bastard fucking portal that Máncátír into mush
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| Sal:"Huh."
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| "Wonder which one."
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| Nox:"Yeah was pretty crazy"
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| Sal:"I don't care."
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| Nox:"Said some shit about fighting an immortal or something"
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| Sal:"Don't care."
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| Nox:"Sounded interesting"
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| Sal:"I don't."
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| Nox:"So?"
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| Sal:"So who?"
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| Nox:"You think it matters that your here?"
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| "I'd just talk anyway"
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| Sal:"Who cares?"
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| Nox:"Your opinion is invalid"
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| "Hey"
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| Sal:"As is your live."
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| Nox:He throws thrash from his pocket he got earlier at Sal and runs the other way
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| Attempts to toss (110)
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| Sal:Attempts to mentally tolerate (89)
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| Covered in various bits of trash, Sal stares at his chest which drips a weird purple mucus substance that was held in a broken syringe that was apart of the garbage.
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| Unsure of how to handle this or respond, he just stares at it, slowly falling from his body.
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| "hmm."
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| "Yep."
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| "That's that."
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| Sal:"That happened."
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| "Nomox is certainly real."
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| "Not at figment of that kid's imagination, to my dismay."
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| "And now I'm standing here, monologuing to myself."
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| "I'm going to go and strangler an orphan."
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| Sal looks up, wiping the random wetness from his body and leaving the scene.
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| DESC: //Nominox Salutations || END\\
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| //Nominox Salutations || END\\
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