[i]Well, to be fair, it's usually more powerful, just not against apparently resistant cultists. It's no one's fault[/i]
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*Mortar walks back to you* Well, what can I say? The gun is basically a Tranquilizer gun that has loads of stuff in it. Shoot it in the heart and the toxic coating will kill them. Did you do that? Or are you NOT a deadeye?
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I gave him a straight look. "Can I just ask how the utter [i]fück[/i] you even gathered enough to assume I'm something that I don't even know about? Never mind, I don't care, just-" I hissed as I stood, the movement jostling my arm before I held it still with the other. "Just get us out of here. "Oh, and before I forget," I said, walking over to where I had dropped the gun and knife. "Here's your shit, for the good it did me." I crouched down, picking up both weapons, before standing up and walking over to Mortar, handing them to him.
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Alright, the quote on quote "civilians" are north, that way. [b]Mortar points to a large doorway. When you look back from that direction, only Mion is there[/b] Mion: Dammit, I hate when they do that. [b]Mion flies towards the large doorway.[/b]
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Mion: Not sure. I mean, I think Crossbow wanted me to go in his shadow portal with him, but frankly, I don't trust it. As for Mortar... Well, He leaves when he's pissed. He's not pissed that much, though, normally a cheery guy.
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I looked at him. "You can fücking fly, I'm pretty sure Crossbow is the killable type of immortal, and Mortar has whatever weird-ass magics and abilities that allow him to summon his sword from nothing. Whereas I wear glasses and do math. Ya see what I'm trying to get at, here?"
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Mion: Yeah... point taken. But for the sword thing, well, let's just say that he made this type of tattoo that can bind you with your weapon. I have no idea how that works. *Mion jumps up to higher ground* Mion: Over there, the General Quarters. That is where everyone lives. Of course, don't expect the majority to be human.