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2/19/2016 3:31:51 AM
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Dahlia had just stepped into another mess from the looks of it; one without blood, but peace. Ugh. She craved action, blood, combat. All she was good at; and though she is cold hearted, Dahlia couldn't help but pay respect to the fallen, who had died for a bad cause, when peace was so close in reach.
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[b]this strange kid, no older than around 20, is stitching up deep gashes on his non-prosthetic arm. He is sitting on a bench outside of the large tower when he sees you. He waves. His skin glows faintly, being completely pale white. He bleeds from a large cut across his face[/b] "Hey..."
