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5/2/2020 3:25:00 PM
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[spoiler]i got banned in Pms for saying I n c e s t. I’m unbanned after a month now. Respond if you want to continue where we left off. Sorry about that. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Alright[/spoiler] [spoiler] “I mean, I could, but does Ikari know? Don’t want having who I assume is the future ruler of hell pissed at me.”[/spoiler]
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“She will be out of the picture soon. But not by my hand. The new ruler will be someone else. Want to meet them?”
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“Out of the pict.... nevermind. Sure, I’ll meet the new ruler. Like to get in the good graces with who I’ll see after life.”
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“Oh you won’t see her. The good people go to Heaven. But the bad people I basically threaten with instant and permanent death for a second time. Then they turn into model citizens. 42% of Hell are murderers. This is my [i]actual[/i], daughter. Keria.” A red portal appears on the wall, and a figure in Mandalorian armor walks out* [spoiler] Physical Appearance: Ruby skin, brown hair, tall around 6 foot 10, elven-like beauty, black irises, [/spoiler]
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“Hello.” Blaze says, a little intimidated by this tall person in armor. “Are people just always armed to the teeth here?”
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A heavily modulated voice comes out of the helmet* “[i]No. But being prepared is nothing to mess around with.[/i] She takes off the helmet, and sits down*
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“So, you’re the one taking over when Crowely..... drinks the water? I need more ideas.”
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She laughs, a light airy sound to the dark and boarded up bar* “Evidently. We can help with that. And thank you. The cake was good.”
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“Cake? What ca.... ooooh. Better have been good! You don’t know how expensive a six foot tall devils food cake is until you buy one!”
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“Yes. It was good. She smiles, happy to have made a friend* Now. As a show of our appreciation, anything we can do for you?”
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“Yeah. I need you to tamper with the ships detection, so us flying up will be undetected.”
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“We can do that. Do you need personal protection of any kind?”
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“If you want to come as a part of the backup squad, you could, but personal protection is not needed.”
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“Ok then. I’ll summon Hell’s fleet. I’ll go with you if that’s ok with you?”, she asks inquisitively, and slightly sly*
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Edited by Nightmare Tune: 5/2/2020 3:57:30 PM“Look, while I would love it, no. You’ll hear the full plan soon, but that’ll be when everybody’s here.”
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“Ok then.” She looks slightly crestfallen, puts her helmet back on and bows* “I hope we shall meet again.” She walks through the portal, and disappears* Crowley looks slightly amused* “You’ll have to excuse her. She doesn’t get out much and doesn’t have very many friends.”
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“Wow, really? I feel a little bad, but her coming with me for my personal mission could endanger everything. That reminds me, it’s about time to send out the call for beginning.”
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“Ok then. I’ll be here.” Crowley stands up and something appears in his hand* “You might need this.” He hands you what looks to be a light gauntlet*!
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“Neat. Thanks.”
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“It’s not just a gauntlet. It’s made of Borg nanoprobes. Touch anything organic you want to be assimilated, you’ll have your own personal slave essentially. But it’s a bit more forgiving then the original Borg implants. Instead of ugly implants it’s nanites in the blood stream. You can make an army with this.”
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“Neato. Thanks.”
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“Welcome. And if it breaks your ethics, say so. Now I’ll be quiet.”
