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Two men enter the Nexus.
One is taller with a dark complexion, looking to be about twenty-five or so, while the other has fair skin and looks to be in his late teens. And has long, blue hair. And is wearing a ribbon.
Huh.
The taller man is stoic and remains silent, looking around the room and getting a feel for his surroundings. Impatient, the younger man starts to whine.
"Brother, I don't know why we have to be here. We don't have any questions we need answers to. We're the infamous Macdougal brothers. We're not supposed to need any help..."
The older man raises a hand, a warning to stop. Obediently, the younger brother silences. "Nonsense, Harry," starts the older man. "Nobody has all the answers. Now, I'll just ask my question and be done with it. First, however, I believe I should introduce myself." He turns and faces the crowded Nexus. "My name is Ron Macdougal, and this here is my little brother, Harry. You might have heard of us--"
"They better have heard of us," interrupts Harry, a smirk taking over his lips. "They better know who we are, or we'll--"
"That's enough, Harry. Anyway, we're both pleased to be here. Has anybody seen any strange ships lately? Very rare model, quite the collector's item.
If not, what are you searching for?"
One is taller with a dark complexion, looking to be about twenty-five or so, while the other has fair skin and looks to be in his late teens. And has long, blue hair. And is wearing a ribbon.
Huh.
The taller man is stoic and remains silent, looking around the room and getting a feel for his surroundings. Impatient, the younger man starts to whine.
"Brother, I don't know why we have to be here. We don't have any questions we need answers to. We're the infamous Macdougal brothers. We're not supposed to need any help..."
The older man raises a hand, a warning to stop. Obediently, the younger brother silences. "Nonsense, Harry," starts the older man. "Nobody has all the answers. Now, I'll just ask my question and be done with it. First, however, I believe I should introduce myself." He turns and faces the crowded Nexus. "My name is Ron Macdougal, and this here is my little brother, Harry. You might have heard of us--"
"They better have heard of us," interrupts Harry, a smirk taking over his lips. "They better know who we are, or we'll--"
"That's enough, Harry. Anyway, we're both pleased to be here. Has anybody seen any strange ships lately? Very rare model, quite the collector's item.
If not, what are you searching for?"