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GOOD FOR YOU GO SLAP YOUR BOSS (I’m not impulsive)
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… ”Again, that’s a nerf gun.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is there anything you can pay?”
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He is unsuccessful.
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HEY ITS NOT 1:00 YET
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“Is that a good thing?” @Dabi
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Aelorin gives it a critical eye, and wrinkles his brow. “That’s a nerf gun. Look - I’m not out to hurt you. I just need to make a getaway.”
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Aelorin saw this, but didn’t follow suit. Any scalemail would be helpful, but actually putting it together would be too much of an ordeal to actually pursue.
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“A proper priestess places her trust with the Render! I mean, we usually have Voices, but that doesn’t mean that that statement isn’t true, magically.”
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The woman calls to him suddenly. “You! Don’t you wish for immortality?” @Spark of Hope Wow. Cold. He exits to a plaza of some sort.
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He heaves a sigh of relief, then slinks away, into a nearby alley. @echo74
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Well. That was ow. He tried to shove the dragon off, but kept a hand on his gun for if Aaron rushed him.
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That wasn’t good. Aelorin dashes to the side, unsure whether he hit. This time, the targeted the throat.
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He is successful, and suffers no ill effect. Something about immortality.
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Well then. He shot at its eyes.
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Someone was talking loudly next to @Kino
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Well, there goes that. He dashed backwards, studying it for possible weaknesses as he aimed his weapon.
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Aelorin dashed towards the dragon, skirting to the side and hoping to get some cover behind a building.
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Aelorin stared towards the beast, narrowing his eyes and withdrawing a bigger weapon.
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Aelorin frowned. “Kid. Run. Alert the crowd.” Aelorin backed away slowly.
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The man followed slowly. Chester did return to the cages. @Kino The woman frowned. “Immortality! Perfection!”
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“How does this effect the plot?”
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Well YThe stone might be useful. The man glared.
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Aelorin didn’t actually want to kill him (he respected bravery), but he had to make an example… He raised the weapon, shooting another in the crowd and giving a wicked grin. “It’s your fault, that death.” He looks back to the truck briefly. Very briefly.
