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postato inizialmente in:The Digital Dojo
9/11/2016 12:47:02 PM
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*Mortar sighs*
Yes, I know. I hated that life, else I wouldn't be here, I'd still be down there, killing more things.
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[b]He lowers the sword, staring you [/b]
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Yes? *Mortar's sword dissipates in his hand* If Royal can trust me then you can too
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[b]He raises his sword to your throat once more [/b] "Do not mention Royal to me he wasted one of the sins lives in that war of yours."
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*He moves the blade again* Well I didn't ask him to do it, and waste or not he's still a good friend of mine
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[b]He sheathes his sword, falling to his knees and sobbing [/b] [spoiler]He has problems. He's emotionally unstable. Even though I'm not introducing him as a character [/spoiler]
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*Mortar tilts his head slightly, somewhat confused* You okay there champ?
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"No." [b]He keeps sobbing, getting to his feet and leaving [/b] [i]"Poor Meliodas. How far he's fallen." [/i] [b]You hear Royal's voice behind you [/b]
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*Mortar turns to face Roy* Yeah, I was expecting a fight though...
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"Dude's gone crazy. He's been through shit. Shit that drives human beings crazy."
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Modificato da BrandRobKus: 9/11/2016 5:18:25 PM*Mortar sighs a little* We've all undergone something like that
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"True that."
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*Mortar grins slightly under his mask* Why don't we get some more drinks. For old time's sake
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"Considering I own the place? Why not"
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Great! *Mortar begins walking back to the bar, occasionally looking back at the guy sobbing his eyes out*
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[b]Royal hops behind the counter, looking through the drinks [/b] "What'll it be?"
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Modificato da BrandRobKus: 9/11/2016 5:28:48 PMWhat do you recommend for a guy that doesn't get drunk on normal stuff?
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"Ascendance. But that could kill you."
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What's the point of finding it if we're not allowed to drink it?
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"I didn't say you weren't." [b]He shrugs, crouching and standing up with a bottle in hand [/b]
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Eh, screw it. Gimme a shot
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[b]He grabs a glass, pouring it in [/b]
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[b]He grabs a glass, pouring it in [/b]
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*Mortar takes the glass, slightly hesitant*
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"Try it."
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*Mortar takes in a deep breath* To hell with it! *He tilts his head back, pouring the shot in*
