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				[b]She heard footsteps, and saw a man clad in nothing but a suit vest, white button-up shirt, and black pants peer over at her[/b]
"Who the hell are you?"
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	[i]I am Cyan of the Exile. I am here to see Mortar. Who might you be?[/i]
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	"I don't think I need to tell you"
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	Can you find him for me please?
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	"your legs ain't broken, in my professional opinion"
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	[i]From what I have learned in this place, one cannot enter unless a member. You are inside, so you are a member. Now please fetch him.[/i]
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	"Make me"
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	*she holds her finger up, and looks like she's about to talk, then points the finger at you, and a pulse of air blasts you back*
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	[b]It would have if it weren't for the guard rail he held onto With a look that spoke of tired of your shit, he aimed his Colt. 1911 at your face[/b] "Get someone else to, ain't no chance I'll do it now"
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	[spoiler]Why you being an ass?[/spoiler]
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	[i]I'm attempting to let you get him nicely, you don't want to see me in combat.[/i] *You see two large shadows form from the ground in the shape of giant hands* [i]no, no.[/i] *The shadows fade.*
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	"Kay then"
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	[i]Can you just... At least tell him I'm here?[/i]