He paid little mind to the two men, taking a sip of whiskey from his metal flask and disappearing into the crowd as to escape the unnerving sight of the two powerful figures.
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[i]The did not turn around to face him, and continued to observe the ship.[/i]
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Editado por Veration: 4/18/2016 2:16:26 AMAfter coming back later, his eyes begin to dilate. Only slightly intoxicated, he walks to the two with a glass of rosé in his hand, waving. "Hello, comrades."
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[i]Wilson looked down at the man, cocking his head to the side.[/i] Dude, if you can't handle your booze, quit drinking it. Leave it for the rest of us! [i]Wolfe observed the man, a bit disgusted and concerned.[/i] Sir, are you part of the crew?
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He looks at them, eyes darting from each. "In fact I am. Judging on the stature, appearance, and... Readiness of both of you two, I'd infer you are as well. And I can handle my alcohol; I just like a little buzz to get me going. Shall we introduce ourselves?"
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If you're gonna do drugs to fight, or anything like that, go for Pyscho. Or jet. [i]Wolfe sighed.[/i] Colonel Wolfe, Castle Agent. [i]The bigger man in power armor crossed his arms.[/i] Alex Wilson. I'm the God damn mailman.
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"Nice to meet you both." He shakes the hands of Wolfe and Wilson, his grip firmer than it would seem for a man of his masculinity, even for both.
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[i]Within their power armor, his grip was hardly noticeable. Wilson's grip was powerful, almost crushing. Wolfe's was respectable, like that of a businessman. Wilson looked the figure over, confused.[/i] You some sorta diplomat or some shit?
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"No, just tasteful. A well-dressed man is capable of great feats. You two - are you part of the infamous Venom I've heard of?"
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[i]Wolfe spoke before Wilson could.[/i] I was not, however my father was. Wilson was contracted to them off the books. They've been dissolved for quite a while now.