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[ctrlaltdelita]

[there is a rather surly-looking 18-year-old who has been forced into a very festive birthday hat. (it's colorful~!) there is a zombie nearby who is playing the happy birthday song on a kazoo.]

... yes, I am amused. Quite so. Will you depart from my presence yet?

Sir Agrias, I am ready.

(OOC: Sorry guys, I need to take a break. Hopefully I'll be

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[man_of_love]

:: AIMING AT THE ZOMBIE. ::

[ctrlaltdelita]

[... DUCKS]

[man_of_love]

:: BANG BANG. >:( ::

[ctrlaltdelita]

[asgbfgfhgf!!

...

STARING AT YOU]

[man_of_love]

You okay?

[ctrlaltdelita]

That was the first question I was readying myself to ask you, sir.

[man_of_love]

I'm fine, I'm used to dealing with these things.

[ctrlaltdelita]

You wield a strange manner of arms.

[man_of_love]

What, this? It all comes with the job.

[ctrlaltdelita]

What job would that be, if I may ask?

[man_of_love]

I'm part of the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service, sent in to rescue the survivors here.

[ctrlaltdelita]

Survivors? Of what?

[man_of_love]

In this place! There are still a lot of people alive, here. Despite the zombie infestation.

[ctrlaltdelita]

Why would they not be alive?

[man_of_love]

Because those things are dangerous.

[ctrlaltdelita]

To women and children, mayhaps. But you'll find many here are more than capable of defending themselves from those creatures.