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Edited by Kell in a Cell:
6/22/2016 5:39:02 PM
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I rubbed the bridge of my nose, already tired of this place. "And let me guess, item two is between us and item one, correct?"
This was going to be a [i]long[/i] day.
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BrandRobKusBramd - old
Yeah... Sorry about this, but you need a weapon. Take this. *He hands you what appears to be a simple silver dagger* -
Edited by Kell in a Cell: 6/22/2016 9:29:42 PM... Well, that was ominous as fück. Still, what choice did I have? I eyed the knife warily, before taking it.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah. It's nothing special, just a silver dagger, but it's better than nothing, you know? -
I shook my head at that, letting the hand holding the knife fall. "Whatever. Let's just get the hell out of here before anything else shows up, or you drive me insane."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar sighs, then smirks a little, a thought popping into his head* You know I can always leave you to die. -
"The hell do you want me to do, then?" I asked, honestly tired of this guy's games. Seriously, what did he expect? Me to just fawn over him like some shinning beacon of hope?
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
I want to see if you actually CAN fight a creature, not just run like usain bolt. -
... Ok, this was getting weird. "How the hell do you know this stuff, anyway? First it was Doom, now it's Usain Bolt. The hell are you even from, anyway?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
I'm from Earth, just like you. South Jersey, to be exact -
Well, that sure was helpful. Not. I sighed. "Can we just get going, now? Please?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah. We would have been gone by now, if I didn't have the decency to answer your questions. *Mortar looks around* Nonetheless, we aren't safe if we stay in one place too long -
"On that, at least, we agree," I said. "Your lead."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah, let's go. *Mortar walks through what appears to be a long hall, looking around or occasionally stopping because he thought he heard something* -
Well, either this guy was insane, or had way better hearing than me. Both were equally likely at this point. Still, nothing bothered us for a good while. The halls were quiet save for our footsteps. Except when they suddenly weren't. Mortar motioned for me to stop, but I had already heard it: more of that blasted chanting.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Ah, shit. Well, this is really annoying. I mean, I will try to avoid it, but if shit goes down I gotta do what I gotta do. *Mortar holds his sword at the ready* -
"Maybe we should see if we can sneak past them first." I said, really hoping to avoid a fight. If push came to shove, I wasn't very confident in my skill with a knife.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
That's what I'm trying to do. Now stay quiet, follow me, and speak only when spoken to, okay? *Mortar takes an icy blue knife off his back and walks slowly, ready for an attack* -
Well, nothing for it. I kept close behind as we snuck around the cultists, doing my best to ignore the way their chanting made my head pound.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar looks at you a moment, noticing that the headache is beginning to get to you. He hands you something small, it seems to be a strip of Trident gum. He signs to you* Chew, it helps. -
Screw it, why the hell not? I popped it in my mouth soundlessly. Minty.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar nods as he silently looks around a corner, his knife emitting a cold mist* -
Ignore the chanting, focus on the flavor and the weird ass knife and whyisheactinglikehe'sabouttokillsomeone-
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*He turns to you and whispers loud enough to just hear each word clearly* On my word, we go. If we are seen, avoid eye contact and leave the killing to me. -
I nodded to him, preparing to make a break for it if need be.
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*Mortar slowly turns the corner, ready for anything, especially the damn cultists who were annoying him to the point where he would have just walked up and kill one himself*
