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1/1/2021 5:48:29 PM
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“Well, I’m married to one for starters, then there’s the fact I’m a part of an order of heroes, called the Order of the Papillon. They own and operate the Hospital for Little Wings.”
*The woman shows a golden coin with a butterfly symbol.*
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[spoiler]Dang I thought I read up on the lore here, looks like I missed some lol. [/spoiler] They look at the coin and recognize it. “Wait, you’re married to a hero?” “What....”
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[spoiler]Dont worry, the Order is a bit more hidden than some groups, plus our founder just left the RP scene![/spoiler] “Mhm, and what you were doing was the opposite of heroic.”
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“What.... but...” “He was a zombie...” “Yeah, with blue glowing eyes and he smelled terrible and and-“ “And he looked like he crawled out of a grave!” The kids seem confused, and try to support their actions.
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“You don’t attack people unless they attack first. What you were doing was harassment and it isn’t okay.”
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“But if you wait, you can get hurt.” “Yeah! Whatever it’s called, a pre-exempt stroke or something!”
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“Fair, fair, but did he do [i]anything[/i] at all to seem bad or did you judge based on appearance?”
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“Um.... uh...” “I guess just on appearance...” “But but but you don’t just go up to a zombie and say hi! That would be stupid!”
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“But you shouldn’t attack people for no reason. A preemptive strike should only be done when you have evidence that they’re bad. Now, promise me you won’t do it again.”
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“I don’t know, we’d rather throw rocks and ask questions later.” The other kids voice their agreement and nod.
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“That’s... really unheroic. If you don’t stop I can get some more of the Order of the Papillon to tell you to stop.”
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“Eh, you’re probably just faking it.” “Yeah, she’s just wasting our time.” “Get lost, zombie lover!” The kids pick up more rocks and start to leave.
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“Alright, bye I guess.” *The woman runs on over to where the man went, she’s moving at about... 68MPH.*
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The man is sitting at a bridge over a pond, feeding some ducks and his parrot. At your approach, he shakes his head, and starts to get up.
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*Dally stops.* “Hey, you alright? That was a lot of rocks they threw at you.”
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The man doesn’t answer, but grabs his parrot and starts to walk away again.
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Editado por Dislay: 1/1/2021 6:21:59 PM*The woman follows.* “I’m Daliah Amur, but my friends call me Dally. I’m sorry those kids were attacking you.”
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The armored man doesn’t respond, and walks away from you.
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*Dally follows, hopping to get any kind of conversation.* “Here, if you’d like we could go get some food and talk, I’m not needed for a good few hours.”
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The armored man shakes his head, and keeps walking. His bird moves to his shoulder, and looks at you.
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*Dal smiles and waves at the bird.* “Alright, not much of a talker, do you want me to go?”
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He nods, and keeps walking. [spoiler]He’s very defensive of his bird, so sprinting in at freeway traffic speeds kinda scared him lol[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well, Dal just moves that fast![/spoiler] “Well... sorry I’m bothering you, is there anything I could do to help you out?”
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He shakes his head, and pets his bird with a gloved hand.
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“Well... your bird is really nice and pretty! I didn’t see it earlier when you got attacked.”
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The parrot seems to understand you, and speaks. “Bikaw! Thank you!” The armored man nods.
