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9/3/2021 2:46:11 PM
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Yathrin sits down in front of the tv and turns on the news.[spoiler]licks finger [/spoiler]
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He reaches for his revolver (much like last word) and creeps towards the window.
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*The person looks at you, they seem to be wearing a leather trench coat, and a fedora.*
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He steps outside on his porch and keeps the gun ready. “That’s a dangerous outfit to be wearing at a time like this.”
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“And why is that?”
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“Been watching the news lately?”
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*They don’t answer.*
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He just stares.
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*They just look at you for a second.*
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“Well, good night.” He says and goes back inside.
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“Don’t you want to stop the murders?”
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“Yes? I’m sorry have we met?”
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“Nope.”
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“How would you know I could help?”
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“Just guessing.”
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“Give me a minute.” He goes back inside and comes out a minute later dressed in his armor and hilt.
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*The person smiles.*
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“So where are off to?” He asks.
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“The docks I suppose.”
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“Let’s go then.”
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*The man heads towards the docks.*
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He follows.
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*There seems to be a body nearby, blood covers the floor around it, along with the brick wall behind it.*
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Yathrin inspects the body.
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*There are slash marks on it’s left arm, it’s chest seems to be completely empty.* | “She couldn’t have been more discreet with this?”
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“Yeah no kidding.”
