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[finalfayth]

( there's some incoherent mumbling... and grunting ) They can't do this. No way they're going to get away with it. Sitting back this whole time, and then once we make a play they finally up the defense... ( there's a dull thud; the sound of his fist hitting the ground ) I'm gonna get outta here. Sure, I just found a nice place and everything... but

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[Voice]

[therightcurves]

Some place warmer?

[ permavoice ]

[finalfayth]

Heh. Y'know, if you were cold there's ways we could fix that, too...

[ permavoice toooo ]

[therightcurves]

One man can only do so much, big guy. Why don't we find some place with some sun, some sand and a lot less people telling us what to do?

[finalfayth]

I'm starting to like the way you think... I must be rubbing off on you.

[therightcurves]

Why don't we save the rubbing until we get where we're going?

[finalfayth]

What about those islands? Just outside the gate? Can't be too hard to make a living out there.

[therightcurves]

Ocean breezes and warm sand...sounds like a plan to me.

[finalfayth]

Never been a fan of snow, anyway. ( it usually requires more clothing, so... ) Good riddance.

[therightcurves]

So what are we waiting for? I'll meet you downstairs.