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[i] He chuckles.[/i] "It's okay. I don't kill things simply for existing. And I'm sure you aren't proud. Most of us don't own what were born into."
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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]
