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6/27/2020 1:41:48 AM
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[spoiler]If you don't mind, I'm gonna try RPing in 3rd person. I wanna see how it feels[/spoiler]
Titan walks into the bar, settling down into a seat and leaning back
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Blaze walks over, red eyes glinting. “Hey Titan, how are you?”
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Titan shrugs, then lets out a hefty sigh. "I'm alright I guess. Just bored. I haven't seen or been in a good explosion in a long while."
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“Yeah, that’ll suck. Want to order anything?”
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Titan considers for a second, then nods. "Yeah, I'll take a burger."
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“Alright.” Blaze leaves for a few moments, then comes back, handing you a burger.
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Titan takes it and nods in appreciation. "Thanks mate." His helmet shimmers, warping slightly as he takes a bite of the burger, solidifying after he ends. Not a single bit of his face is revealed during the process.
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Blaze chuckles. “You sure do like not showing your face.”
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Titan chuckles as he swallows. "Old habits die hard."
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“Heh. Did you make that helmet?”
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"And the armor. Only way to do it when you're the first of your blood to follow the path."
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“What do you mean ‘first of your blood’?”
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"I'm not originally Mando'ade. They accepted me into their ranks, but I needed armor. Most families pass their armor down generation to generation. But my family wasn't part of the Mando'ade, so I had to craft my own armor."
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“Hm. Was it hard?”
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"Somewhat. I already had some experience with forging before then, but not to that scale. It took me months to get it right. I still improve it when needed."
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“Cool. Making stuff is fun for me.”
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"Yeah. Forging and carving are nice ways to spend the time. But not over long periods of time. I mean, I've built at least three chairs already. I just wish there was some action around here still."
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“Hm. Maybe make a fighting arena for the chairs? Twp chairs enter, one chair leaves?”
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Titan's visor fixates on Blaze's eyes, giving off a large "you think I haven't thought of that already?" vibe. "It doesn't work so well. Especially since chairs can't really fight."
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Blaze chuckles. “That’s where the jet engines come in.”
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Titan shakes his head and chuckles. "Man, we've got way too much time on our hands if we've got ideas for a chair arena." He takes another bite of burger in the same manner as his first bite
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“Well, I’ve had this idea for a year now. Might earn some money.”
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Titan chews and swallows. "Well, if anybody can make it happen, it's you."
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“Fair. Plenty of time chilling in space.”
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"Yeah." Titan stops for a moment, half a thought on the tip of his tongue, then he loses it. "Ugh, it's always weird to wish an eldritch horror or something would come to spice things up. I could use a good fight."
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“Yeah. That would be fun. Unless you feel like beating up my weird plant, I got nothing.”
