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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.
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“It is a true ending… a good ending.” They arrived.
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Herald was, in fact, also there. It was slightly awkward, but he was just glad the Flame hadn’t emerged.
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The mercenary slammed a fist into his gut, then got some distance between them as he pulled his knife.
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The man starts to convulse, and everyone still attempts to ignore it.
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“Just take it! Please!”
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“The Flame pretends that it’s perfectly balanced, a duality of Life, Death, Creation, Destruction, Chaos, Order. But… that’s not how it works. It isn’t a duality. Both are change - neither are truly an end. And so… the Deep.” Everyone was looking away awkwardly.
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He shoots the person near him, shouting. “ON THE GROUND!”
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Aelorin kept the truck in the corner of his eye, but didn’t take his attention away from the crowd.
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“No, try some!” He pushed the stone towards you. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
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“Try sooome! You’ll like it!” Gar approached from behind him. “The final immortality! The breaking of the cycle!”
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@TwinStorm Aelorin announced loudly. “Money, possessions, supplies, to me! Throw them over!” He was really only interested in the supplies, but he had to fit the part.
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He entered a long hall, decomposed bodies floating in similar pods that lined the walls. There were a disturbing number of them.
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“…well that’s not good. You okay?” He checked for a pulse. “Yea, probably.”
