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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/11/2017 11:12:33 PM
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It was...Quincy? He looked older for sure. His left ear was missing, his hair was longer and looked dirty, all messed up. He had several more burn scars on his face, the singed fur a deep grey. His eyes, however, remained that ever youthful, almost magically silver glowy color.
"Hello, Alex." he said. His voice sounded a little deeper, and he was taller, and more muscular. He wore a grey wool sweater, black military cargo pants, and had on a rather large pair of glasses.
English
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"Quincy....what's....what happened?"
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He held up a strange looking, flat, glass device in his hand. "Time crap. Long story short im stuck here for a little while." he sighed. "Its nice seeing you again though. Its been...a while..for me.."
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"Quincy? Am I dead or something where you're from?"
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He let out a gravelly chuckle. "No, im just...Far, far far away from everyone else."
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"So what?"
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"So I'm very lonely and I'm glad to see a familiar face.." he said, a little saddened now.
