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Rick cocked his head, "Why would I need to know history, I'm a criminal. I always have been." He looked up, "But, from the tone and content of your voice, I can deduce that you will perform some similar thing to the piece of history that you just mentioned."

Dwig felt the wave of emotion almost run him over, and with enormous effort, tapped speed. The wave of emotion slowed to a crawl, then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an aluminum beenie, which he placed on his head. He sighed with relief as the emotion abated.

Also please. @Kidpen

The man in the white suit ate Butt's sickness.

Buttercream made of salsa.

Just as I predicted. The Condiment War begins.

Hey guys, guess what. I'm not a stick.

Heyyyy, It's me, your quick talking high king of salsa. Wanna be allies?

Mission Eight; Callsign: Hardoc. Confirmed.

Rick smiled "Either way, I'm leaving here with a limp." He broke into hysterical laughter.

The man, hereafter refered to as the Salsaquisior, took a drink of salsa.

Yes, but only because of the nacho cheese. CAUSE IT'S NACH YO CHEESE

Rick's Blade tried to melt, but Rick did not let it. The Investiture in the Blade held it together. ~~~ Dwig dropped Pureblade, then re-summoned it, pointing it at Cain. "You, sir, are going to be a severe annoyance."

Rick opened the door into the Salsa Club, grabbed one of each salsa, then left.

A man wearing a Guy Fawkes mask with spikes through the eyes stood in the corner, watching. He opened a jar of salsa and took a sip. Science was good, almost as good as salsa.

No @whattheHoid Zahel and Vasher are the same person, unless anyone counts them as differnt.

Dwig stepped up to Hellbent's other side, Pureblade on his shoulder. Ciera stayed back, but readied several weaves for use.

Rick smiled, "You know, a scythe is a very ineffective weapon. It's hard to cut anyone with it." He raised his sword, and it began to glow. "This is much more effective, cause it has power."

hmm. Who has a beard.... Is it Vasher?

Rick shifted his grip on the Blade. "damnation, I'm sure glad I took this thing, even if it is driving me insane." he stared at Solace "You will feel this blade's kiss, I swear it" ~~~ Dwig summoned Pureblade and looked at Ciera. The look said: 'I'll get the fast one, you go for the Elantrian.' She nodded, smiling. Dwig felt the same way, it had been a while since they had fought together. ~~~ Ciera was a bit confused, but she was ready to fight nonetheless. She saw Dwig look at her and understood. She smiled, preparing weaves of Air for the Elantrian's hands.

Rick swore, "Scrusts, we need to find more God Weapons!!" ~~~ Dwig was thoughtful, "Perhaps the threat of a central government will scare the guilds into backing us" He rubbed his chin, it deserved more thought.