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7/5/2016 1:20:25 PM
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*A chuckle can be heard as a figure walks up to you. He appears human, except a mask covers most of his face, only revealing his blazing crimson eyes, telling of a demonic origin. He didn't seem hostile, just wondering why you are here*
Hey, you there?
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[i]The man's eyes slowly open while his Assault Rifle was already off his back and aimed at the stranger. His finger was off the trigger, though the stranger damn well knew that he could open fire in an instant. The man certainly was very fast. [/i] "Hmm? I'm here, yes.."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Who the hell ARE you exactly? *He doesn't seem intimidated as he walks up and slowly moves the gun away from his direction with two fingers* -
[i]The stranger's legs were sweeped from underneath him, though the gun didn't fire. The man then literally jumped to his feet, keeping his gun trained on the other person. [/i] "Who the fück wanna know?"
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 7/5/2016 1:30:51 PM
BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*The split second he hits the floor, he dissolves into it and reforms a few feet away* I wanna know. What's your name and where did you come from? *Mortar holds out his hand, and an iron ball the size of a basketball forms in his hand* -
[i]He very slowly lowers the gun, but stays all tensed up. [/i] "You haven't harmed me yet.. So maybe you're pretty okay, but first; why the 'ell dya wanna know?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Curiosity. One of the few things that propels many species forward. *The iron ball begins to spin much quicker* -
"Ah.. Well, me name is Jason, and I'm from a li'l country named Russia on the beautiful planet of Earth.. From the main capital, Moscow. Beautiful place."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Ah, I vacationed there, great place. As for me, I'm Mortar, your friendly neighborhood Ex God slash war demon. Was living in the Underworld for the first twenty thousand years of my life, then hung out in Jersey for the next 30 or so years, in the United States of America. -
"Is there really a difference between the underworld and Jersey?" [i]He asked with a chuckle, his hands placing his Assault Rifle back in its sheath on his back.[/i] "And Russian is pretty nice, aside from the communism."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Well, North Jersey is similar, South Jersey is pretty good. And Russia was pretty awesome, from what I gathered. -
"Russia is really awesome.. Nature's beautiful there, folks are pretty cool. It's snowy as fück there.. Great place."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah, shame I had to leave quickly, otherwise I'd be staying there longer, taking everything in. Wait... I've heard of your last name before... Fandango... Do you by chance have a brother, or possibly have movie tickets for sale? -
Edited by Nibber Schipper: 7/5/2016 9:31:29 PM"Movie tickets? No, I don't have any movie tickets but I do have a brother named Lucas. He's a couple years younger than me."
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Ah, interesting. I haven't seen him in a while, but I think I can give you a general direction as to where he is... -
Edited by Nibber Schipper: 7/5/2016 9:31:47 PM[spoiler]Jason and Mortar have in fact not met. Wait I fücked up. [/spoiler]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
[spoiler]True, but Mortar tends to lurk.[/spoiler] -
[spoiler]Yeah, Lucas is Jason's YOUNGER brother. The guy he's talking to is Jason. [/spoiler]
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
[spoiler] Exactly, and Mortar knows where the one he's talking to is...[/spoiler] Last time I saw him was right about... that direction. *Mortar points in the direction where he last saw your brother* [spoiler]checkm8[/spoiler] -
"You met him? Oh, that's pretty damn neat if I do say so meself! I'll be goin' over there then next.. He done and went to do anythin' stupid"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
Yeah, I guess... Well, I'm not gonna bother ya much longer, so just go that way to find him, probably, and watch for any shit that comes out of the shadows*
