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9/2/2015 1:08:36 AM
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"Wow....that seems way to easy."
He chuckles.
"I guess I should probably get somebody to work on that."
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"Glad you see my point. You guys are pretty damn lax, but you have your own tower: what did you guys do to get this?"
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"The Imperium funded us and gave us the money to make this place. Can't complain with a free court right?"
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[i]Sebastian's fist tightens. It was like Paolo all over again. He wasn't going to let that happen. [/i] "Yeah, sounds like a boon."
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He nods. "You play basketball?"
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"I've played. More of a football man, myself. And I don't mean soccer football."
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"I know what you mean. I'm actually American. Back when I played, I was a tight end, what did you play?"
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"Percussion." [i]He hated himself, but you walked right into that bad joke.[/i]
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He smiles, shaking his head. "Hit em hard." [spoiler]Sorry notifications are being mean atm[/spoiler]
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[i]Sebastian picks the ball up from the ground and passes it to you. [/i] "In all seriousness though, I'm here to get a little Intel. Maybe you could help with that."
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He catches it one-handed to outer right. He bounces it a few times then picks up his dribble. "That depends on the intel."
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"So now you're concerned with what you leak and what you don't? There's a lot I could say right now, but I don't think you'd appreciate my sense of humor."
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"Yeah, I'm a pretty bad information-hider." He shrugs.
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[i]Sebastian looks to the court. [/i] "How about we play a game for what we know?"
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"Sounds like fun. Wanna shoot for the ball?"
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"21 to win, half court game. Your ball." [i]Sebastian bends low to prepare himself. He had played basketball before, but his skills were rusty. [/i]
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He dribbles the ball low, not leaving any opening for you to take the ball. Python has played basketball in his down for the last few years, he wasn't rusty, if anything, he was in his prime. Soldiers from the force swing by to watch the game.
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"Friends of yours?" [i]Sebastian gives a friendly smirk to you, staring into your eyes.[/i]
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"Really more rivals trying to see me lose, which won't happen." His dribbling gets even lower, soon he's going in between the legs and behind his back.
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[b][i]"So it would seem..."[/i][/b] [i]Sebastian crouched lower, putting both his hands in the ground behind his body. In a flash, he kicked his leg out underneath you, in between your legs, his boot angled out towards the crowd. As you weave the ball in between your legs, it catches on his foot and bounces backwards out of your control. The crowd Gasps in a cheeky tone. [/i] "Would you look at that. My ball."
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"Technically that's a kickball but I don't care." He retrieves the ball and passes it to him.
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"You should. Your enemies will try to take you off guard, even if it means playing dirty." [i]He begins dribbling. [/i]
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Python slaps at the ball with suprising speed. He chases after the ball and goes back into a fast dribble. "And you gotta keep low. Way to easy to steal if it's above your hip."
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[i]Sebastian sweeps around you, low to the ground. He spins halfway around, swiping the ball from your grip, back into his own possession. Two steps and a lay-up net him the first score of the game. As the ball swims through the net and. Bounces back to you, the man trots back with an indiscernible glare. [/i] "Two-love, mate. I know now what I'm up against, so I can almost assure you that you'll win. To make things fair, you're gonna have to double my score. If you win, I'll answer whatever questions you have. If I win, then you show me what I'm looking for."
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"Fair enough. My ball." He walks to half court and passes the ball to him, a check.
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[i]Sebastian passes the ball back, following through. Then he gets low, arms spread out as far as he can reach. [/i]
