[ nothing but an empty courtyard in the ruins. it's a deliberate broadcast, belonging to some previously unused Forge.
nothing for a minute.
then, the bright red of his uniform dulled by the fog and evenging light and clanking from the weight of his armor, a
giant of a man enters view-- easily six and a half feet, more so with his ornate helmet
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Whoa.
Whoa.
Can you teach me that?
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Sì, the same sort as your false Signor Todd.
[ no, he is not in the mood to humor your first request, now that the Shadows' plan is all too clear to him. ]
And your request would best be discussed later, piccina.
[ take the hint, dawn. take it. ]
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Tch!
Well.
I have a bunch of your ...stuff.
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Would you like me to take it off your hands?
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Another murderer in the midst? And when so many dead things are turning up.
What a coincidence.
Oh. Apologies. This one is a paid murderer it seems. [What's wrong with you. You should just do it for the fun.]
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You are mistaken.
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[ painfully polite. ]
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What the fuck.
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They were not real.
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Just what-
What the hell do you mean they're not real?! After what's been going on around here...!
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Because this isn't the least bit remotely suspicious, right?
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What is that? The gold thing?
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Something from my world.
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[Nope, he's not sure how he feels about that killing thing, still....]
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[ they weren't real people, dude. ]
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