[i]"Haven't found any cookies yet... But I'm sure they are around."[/i]
[b]She says with a playful smile.[/b]
[i]"Need someone to carry you...?"[/i]
[b]She asks with a giggle.[/b]
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"No, but someone to tell me where I am would be just as heavenly." [i] He says, straightening his mask on his face and righting himself, taking care to stand still and not let his posture falter. It wouldn't do good to look like he couldn't handle himself.[/i]
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"You're a Daemon aren't you?" [i] He says, his internal radar pinging. It was something everyone on his team had. An innate ability to detect demons and the like. It helped when you hunted them for a living. He didn't seem automatically violent towards her. So far he'd even been friendly. [/i]
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[b]She places her own in his, gently and almost mischievously, like a thief reaching for treasure. A playful sparkle burns across her eyes... After all... She lived for excitement.[/b] [i]"Well, where are you headed now...? This place is a bit of a death trap one way or another..."[/i] [b]She muses. It was times like these when she wished she had stayed with Lucien.[/b]
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[i]"Hmm. There is a camp about a few miles south... And Xavier weird little hell hole... Besides that, you are outta luck."[/i] [b]She says, clearly not taking to any shelter herself.[/b] [i]"Or you could sacrifice yourself to the cultists if you are into that."[/i]
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"I guess I'll just play nomad for a while. Fits with the whole sniper gig, and I don't like people." [i] He says with a chuckle. [/i] "Those cultists sound awfully nice, maybe I'll pay them a visit." [i] His words laced with humor. [/i]
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[i]"Well of course I do... Something as beautiful as myself has ways to get things done."[/i] [b]With a sly wink and a toss of her hair, she walks forward, standing next to him.[/b] [i]"At least I'm not hard to miss. You can spot me from a mile away... If you are really looking."[/i]