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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:08 am
"Yeah? And you're also a ******** Makt, so fighting psychically is impossible. That's one-sided."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:30 am
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:03 am
"It's what your half of, and what your father was, and what that demon is."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:13 am
"Ah...That I didn't know..."
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:17 am
"Yeah, he told me while I stuck in his little ring of fire..." Hael nervously laughed, scratching the back of her head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:22 am
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:26 am
"Yeah, yeah! Him!" Hael said, nodding her head with a closed eye smile.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:34 am
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:36 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:40 am
"Well, THAT explains the armor..." Omazige said, crossing his arms and pondering. "...Wonder if his talks too..."
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:45 am
"...I don't think his armor is alive..." Hael groaned. "I think Deras is just a special case..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:47 am
"If not, I might understand why he's always pissed off now..."
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 10:55 am
"...I think he was mad because his skin was being burned constantly, not because he had talking armor that's constantly trying to kill him." Hael grunted.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 2:53 pm
"Though that's pretty damn maddening, too.."
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Randomly Gone Insane Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 3:17 pm
"Deras isn't THAT bad. He gets kinda violent when he's mad, but he means well." Hael pouted.
"Right Deras?" She asked, poking a shoulder pad.
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