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1/28/2016 4:18:41 AM
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[b]john lays on his back on the slopes roof of his cabin in the barrows. He nibbles on a muffin and watches the stars and ships flying around above him. His mind is haunted by horrific memories of the death of Shepard and want he could have done to prevent it. He sees someone approaching.[/b]
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Editado por Sanctus Caesar: 1/29/2016 12:05:09 AM"Glad to see you're recovering well."
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"Yeah, I'm good..." [b]he looks down at you[/b]
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"Apparently there are reports of some mind demon on the Avalon. I'm going to go check it out."
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"I know what it is. It possesses Tara a lot"
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"Really? What is it then, so that I know what I'm fighting?"
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"Just a talking guy. He doesn't do much, he's kinda like tim... Exept Tim is pretty cool"
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"Talking? What do you mean by that?"
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"He just kinda... Whispers."
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"Hmmm...often a whisper can do more that a sword..."
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"Meh, I'm pretty close to insane now and it's not like a few words can stop me now..."
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"Good luck."
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"I'm coming with you." [b]he jumps down, his right leg gives out due to the blood loss and lack of recovery[/b]
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"No. You're not." *Fenrir puts him back up and calls for a doctor.*
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"V-vrael no.... I'm not letting you take that on alone, especially after how Shepard got himself killed..."
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"No. I shall be fine on my own." [spoiler]Why are you replying twice?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lol sorry my internet crashed so I thought the first one might not have sent.[/spoiler] "DONT DENY MY HELP VRAEL!" [b]he jumps to his feet and draws a sword [/b] "TO VICTORI- I really am turning into Luke aren't I..
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"Oh, yes. And we better call back that Doctor, your foot has begun bleeding again. Also, yes, I will go alone. I can handle it."
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[b]he begins to laugh, hysterically. Like he had done those many years ago when he had the capacity to laugh that hard. He can't even speak befot eve bursts back into batshit insane laughing[/b]
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"Hmm...enjoy your laughter. It comes far too few for men like us, who protect the Light, by wading in the Dark."
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"HAHAHAHA SORRY... Sorry. I got tired of being depressed, so I drowned my sorrows in madness. I'm ready to fight." [b]his leg cracks and snaps, the bones. Breaking, although he doesn't seem to care and keeps walking toward vrael[/b]
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"WTF?!" *Fenrir summons other Shephards to restrain him.*
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[b]they shoot him with a tranq dart[/b]
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"All, right. Tell him I said goodbye when he wakes up."
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"[u]aye.[/u]"
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"I'm not letting you go at that alone, vrael, someone needs to be there. You think you can simply take on the world, hell, I do Aswell... But I've learned that is simply untrue." [b]he hobbles back to his feet[/b]
