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    "Well, you'rs on the Alleyplanet, at a wedding, to be precise." Dwig smiled "Why don't we go get a drink and I can tell you a bit more about the Aleyverse? Or we could talk here. Doesn't really matter."
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    "Have I seen your blue jacket?" Dwig asked, bemused "No. I don't think so. Listen, kid, you're obviously confused. You don't know where you are, or how you got here, right?"
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    The receptionist rubbed his eyes. "One at a time please. About the weapons, I have a form. As for you," he said to Aleva "I can let you talk to the bossman, if you want. I'll buzz you up."
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    Dwig raised an eyebrow at the person who had just appeared. He checked his watch. Odd time for a random manifestation. Then he heard them yell, and decided to go talk to the person. He made his way over "Need help?" he asked.
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    Radyn heard the sounds of a fight ouside and bared his sword all the way. The aluminum alloy sword gleamed, the edge as shard and as deadly as the day it had been forged. He kicked the transport door open and fell into ready stance.
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    "Worry not." Ciera said "I'll Heal you if you do get shot"
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    That covers one aspect." Ciera said calmly. "Justice is important, yes, but we need other things. Taxation, census, law enforcement, infrastructure and a million seemingly insignificant things."
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    "Ah, but you see, transferals of leadership are only valid if they come from the current leader, which yours clearly do not." Ciera smirked at the usurper and continued "Even if your little friend could hit us, which is unlikely, as we are surrounded by several inches of solid aluminum and magic shielding, everyone here can either heal themselves, or protect themselves in some way."
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    "Just because you have letters of recommendation from two previous leaders," Ciera said "doesn't mean you become the current leader. We already have a leader, and I, for one, do not want any more hostile takeovers. Too much paperwork."
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    The transport ground to a halt and Radyn burned tin, ready for an attack. The dim light of the transport became bright and he could hear the mutters of the troops behind. He placed one hand on his blade and drew it out an inch or so. The silvery heron mark gleamed to his tin enhaced vision.
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    Radyn pulled a chair out from the table and plopped down. He reached inside one of his metalmind tattos for the tequila he had gulped down earlier and slowly drew it out, savoring the flavor.
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    "Anyway, I'm glad we all agree about the problems in the city." Dwig said
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    Radyn shoved both of the doors open and strode in. His white cloak billowed behind him as he made his way over to Belatrixs, whom he recognized.
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    Radyn scooped up the tequila, drowned it, slapped a few high value cysts on the table, and left.
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    "With the government?" Ciera asked "The council decided to suggest a government after the Den of Thieves incident. The Ghostbloods were the ones to hold the bloody confrence" she gestured around her "The documents that put the government in place are called the Oasis Accords for the Creator's sake!"
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    Radyn leaned against the wall of the transport, looking bored. He didn't know why he had even taken this assignment.
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    Fiery letters burned themselves into the air. I'm not really "around". I'm in space currently. But I can talk. I have plans. And I want to join your bureau.
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    A second note drifted to the ground next to the group.
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    "Idiot," Dwig muttered "don't you see that they can't rebuild. It's been eighteen years since the war. The people have had to fend for themselves in a literal fallout zone. There was no disaster relief. The eighteen years since then have only compounded the problem. Perhaps if this meeting had occured right after the war, we could have given only a little help, but now, they need everything they can get."
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    A man in a white cloak scooped up a paper and strode away.
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    "We could rebuild their homes, or build new ones." Dwig mused "Jobs. I could provide more jobs." a crazy idea popped into his head "This may be a bit far fetched, but what if we built another city on the other side of the world, on the frontier, away from the guilds and their schemes."
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    Part of the aluminum wall melted and Ciera carefully stepped through, flanked by a pair of gaurds. "I missed the show, it seems. Well, no matter, I already know what happened." she laughed "He will be heading for TUBA territory. I advise against chasing him down unless you want an all out war with them. I personally don't, cause then I would have to argue in the Senate."
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    The third book will be about Chaos, and his battle to unite the subforums against the evil spambringers. EDIT: 900th post. I gotta go really fast if I wanna get to 1000 before my anniversary.
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    A few sentances about third party police forces appeared on the paper.
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