*Fordrof checks over his shoulder every few seconds*
“Hmmm. Guess he didn’t know I was showing up to this. Didn’t get to send any hitmen....” Fordrof mumbles.
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[i]Izuma walks over to you, but instead of her normal fiery self, she’s dusty and undead. Her empty eyes and mouth glow with green flames. [/i] “Fordrof? Is that you?”
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“Hmmmm. This is a different approach for trying to assassinate me. A BOLD ONE TOO!!!” *As Fordrof says this, he gets ready to punch you* “Wait, you’re not an assassin. Hmmm... Izuma? You look ready for Halloween.”
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“It is you! Thanks, I’m pretty proud of this illusion!” [i]She laughs and extends her hand to shake yours. [/i]
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*I also extend my hand* “Sorry about almost punching you, I’ve been on edge recently. Enough about me, though, how have you been doing?”
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[i]She shakes it, and her grip is warm[/i] “I’m doing well, almost died a few weeks back. Luckily with a time stop my mother and a family friend were able to put me back together, so I’m as good as ever! How about you? You’re tense, like someone’s watching you.”
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“Well.... it’s a long story. I had a “business” deal go bad and now some people want me gone. Besides that, I’m doing pretty good.”
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“Well that’s good to hear! How’s your arm doing?”
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“I started to wear gloves because I felt bad when kids got freaked out at the sight of it in public. I’ve gotten used to the occasional ticks in the prosthetic. Ha, it’s useful because people are afraid to fist fight me now. My associates have noticed my mood start to get better since the incident, though.”
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“Well I’m glad you’re ironing out the kinks in it! As to what you do with the arm, that’s not my concern. How has Spooktober been for you so far?”
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“Well, this is my first time out of the bunker in a week. I’ve been binge watching shows. So, I’d say it’s been pretty good.”
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Fox doesn’t notice you as she practically drags Blaze to the refreshment table.
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*Fordrof punches someone who he thought had a gun to his head* “Haha! Got you! Huh? Oh... OH I’m so sorry.”
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Fox notices and facepalms.
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*you hear a gunshot and then see a flash of light. Fordrof seemingly disappeared into thin air* *a few seconds later, Fordrof walks out of a nearby building* “Now it’s time to enjoy this festival.”
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Fox rolls her eyes as Blaze starts to drink from. A bottle.
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*Fordrof whips out a Big Gulp cup and gets it filled to the brim with Hi-C, then, he gets some ribs*
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“How are you?” Fox asks.
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“I’m doing swell. How about yourself?”
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“I’m very good!”
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“Good to hear. We’re entering into arguably the best time of the year.”
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Fox nods. “Blaze seems to agree.”
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“The Season of Holidays and Giving. On Halloween, Kids go around and people give them candy. Thanksgiving has giving in the name, and on Christmas people give gifts to each other.”
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Fox nods. “Yup.”
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“Imma go bother someone else. Have a good one!”
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“You too!”