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The colonel bellowed at his soldiers, "open fire! Take her down!" Bullets tailed after Trace with little regard for whoever got in their way.
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The colonel and his men were catching up, although they were still a short ways off. The soldiers hesitated as another figure got involved, but the colonel pushed them forward.
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The old man thought about it for a second, he then nodded. "Ah yes, I suppose that story is good enough for payment." He then jumped up from his stool, picking it up and replacing it. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go before the Parvis dolor ira populo catch up to me, or my granddaughter, whichever." He then reached into his shirt and threw something at his feet that created a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, the old man was gone, with footsteps sounding as he ran off.
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Kuno walked out of the building's front door. He turned back to Arminio, who stood in the doorway. "If you get anything from this short meeting, it's that we need to move faster," he turned to walk on, "come to me when you're done." Catorphia tailed close behind Kuno, keeping a watchful eye on the area around them as they moved.
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Here we go.
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The old man sat onto the stool. "I'll be the judge of that."
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The old man reached into his shirt and produced his collapsable stool again. "Ah well, you could. Although I figure that I'd require more than just one season. I prefer variety young man, you can tell me smaller stories if you keep your stories diverse."
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"Ah, but the same as the time you wanted to use my stairs."
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"You can do whatever you want, my work here is done. Although, I guess that you're in debt to me now. I'll accept the usual payment."
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"Ah, I don't think we'll have to worry about the floating squid."
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The old man put his hand over his eyes, "I can't watch." He then peaked through his fingers.
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"I'd argue, but I'm too sober."
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"I may be an idiot, but I know that something can't be nothing at the same time. So which is it?"
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"Ah, not much here, but let's see then." The old man fastened the rope to a large and thick pillar. He pulled on it to test if it would hold. "Ah, Seems good enough for me."
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"Ah yes, that makes sense." The old man tossed one end of the rope towards Melody.
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The colonel led the soldier's ashore, following Trace as simultaneously a call went from the ship to the town's garrison, trying to mobilize them. The colonel passed by Cadenza and the group as he rushed to get to Trace.
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"Ah, but how shall we do this?" The man paced with rope in hand.
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The old man returned through the door. "Actually, I just remembered right as I walked out that I have a rope in the box. Now that's rather embarrassing," the old guy hit himself in the side of his head in a playful manner. "Do you guys need a rope?"
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"Stop confusing yourself with me kid, there's nothing likeable about me. I don't understand why, I'm the best looking guy in town. Although I gotta give the title of 'hottest guy in town' to this idiot," Pior nudged Aerith once more. "But that's only 'cause I have to."
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While others flee back, the colonel managed to stand firm with quite a bit of effort. "After her!" The colonel moved to disembark from the ship the normal way, trying to get his soldiers moving.
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Ros simply nodded, not making a sound as he tried to stay within eyesight of Crescendo.
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The colonel shouted as he and his men continued to rain bullets towards Trace. "Prepare the nets! Alert the garrison! MOVE!" The colonel started to follow Trace with a number of men.
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The colonel flew, barely able to keep himself on the deck. The sailors around him scattered as armed men started to make their way into the deck. The colonel righted himself into a position where he would have more leverage against another push. He gave a slight nod before raising his gun to fire several more shots at Trace, each one leaving the barrel with a louder bang than the last.
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The colonel was on deck after sending someone to follow and keep track of the group until he could attend to it personally. He turned to look at Trace as she approached, drawing his handgun and firing at her head with a faint grin on his face.
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"Nope!" The man turned around and started to walk out the door.
