*A strange sound was heard as a figure with blazing crimson eyes and oak brown hair appeared behind her. He wasn't wearing anything special, just a short sleeved T shirt and jeans, but you could tell that he was ready on a moment's notice*
Finally, someone having a good day. That's certainly rare here, wouldn't you say?
*His tone was friendly, for he was attempting to have a decent conversation. His slight British accent made his voice sound better to the ear, and the fact that he DIDN'T see her as an enemy made him much more open to talk to*
English
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Thanks. You too. *Mortar places his hand in between shoulder blades and his sword begins to form. It is definitely unique, it is a four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix, seemingly made of a strange alloy. When it is fully formed, it ignites in emerald green flames* Well, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling lucky. *Some sort of fabric seems to branch out from his back and wraps around his limbs, eventually making what appears to be a metallic long sleeved shirt, pants, and boots. He pulls a ninja mask over his face, and a crimson sash with loads of knives on it over him, and looks around.* Alright, let's see... any volunteers?
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That'll be good. *Mortar begins to walk down a large corridor, looking around and occasionally stopping, thinking he heard something, but then just continues* Yeah, this is the boring part. But, it's much more rewarding. SUCK IT DOOM, YOUR GAMES WILL NEVER BE LIKE THIS.