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작성자: removed
11/6/2020 1:00:36 AM
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Dragoon-647 appears from an unknown abyss. His blade, Crimson, flowed faintly in the night.
“Yes?” He says.
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작성자: removed 11/6/2020 2:13:26 PM“You first.” His pose was relaxed, no aggression showed in it. Crimson pulsed a deep shade of red, wanting to meet this strange militia. “I mean no harm, but he can’t explore without worry if you keep your weapons trained on him. Instinct is to attack. I know you’re trained to expect any threat, but trust me on this.“
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작성자: removed 11/6/2020 2:25:00 PM“Thank you. It’s not always that militias battalions are reasonable.” He sets Crimson on the ground. “Now, to let you know so you won’t react. The blade will transform into a creature resembling that of a dog, but he’s friendly, though he’s known to get a bit excited after seeing new people. Crimson morphs into his quadrupedal form, sniffing the ground and then meeting the gaze of the militia. He growls softly, but then sees their weapons lowered. He shifts his stance from wary, to playful. He sits down, wagging his tail happily at the new people.
