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1/5/2016 3:03:05 AM
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[b][i]He laughs, the starts walking. Grey follows.[/i][/b]
"Yes, he's a Greyhound. And yes, he's not a pet, but a friend." He says, and you see a large three claw scar on his back, going from his right shoulder al the way down to his left kidney
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Slightly badass. Gonna need to see more than a scar though old man.
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"Oh that. Well, that's what happens when you wrestle a bear. And a Russian. I think it was the Russian who did that."
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What the- Alright, you're telling me this with a beer in your hand.
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"No. I'm completely sober. I'll take that as an offer though."
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It is indeed an offer, one I'm hoping you'll accept.
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"Cause a sane person would turn down an offer to drink? Anytime, including now."
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[b]Fist pumps[/b] Well come on, what are we waiting for? [b]Nobody takes off at a jog towards the mess hall[/b]
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[b][i]Jakob takes off, easily beating your pace.[/i][/b] "Cmon, let's see what you've got.
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Alright old man, you asked for this [b]Nobody ducks his head slightly and takes off as fast as he can, his arms trailing behind him, knowing if he falls he's gonna feel it in the morning[/b]
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"Funny thing is I'm 25." He says, and grabs your arm, flipping you.
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[b]Falls flat on his face, and just lies there twitching[/b] [b]Mumbles something incoherent[/b]
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[b][i]He picks you up.[/i][/b] "Say again. Sorry, couldn't hear you with a mouthful of concrete."
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Up. Yours. Old. Man. [b]Slowly raises his arm to flip you off[/b]
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[b][i]He helps you up.[/i][/b] "Now, threats no way to treat a fellow soldier."
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Mhm. Tell that to the crick in my neck and the lump on my head that's sure to follow.
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"Cmon, let's get those drinks. It'll ease the pain."
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Alright alright. Don't expect me to run anywhere.
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"I won't." He says laughing, and helps you wak
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[b]Nobody is silent for most of the walk, gawking at everything that he's never seen before[/b] So, when do I get a mission?
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"No one gets a mission. WE get sent out when shit just the fan."
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Ah. Who is "we"?
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"Who do you think? Fireteam November!"
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[b]He chuckles slightly[/b] No, I meant who will [i]I[/i] be working with? Surely it's not just all out war?
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"Well that depends. What are you? Pilot, scout?
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Medic. One might call me an [i]angel with a shotgun[/i]. Ha. Haha. Sorry, I have a tendency to make bad puns.
