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I have it in observe mode so we should be ported over to the observation decks near the main cage match so come here so we can go!!! I have been dying to see a good fight. Ill go first just dont be too long here k?
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Harry watches her disappear in a quick flash of light. Well, while arena matches weren't his usual bag, he didn't really have any strong feelings AGAINST them either. Plus he also believed in being a gentleman; and if a gentleman's date wants to see an arena fight, the gentleman shuts his bloody mouth and takes her to see a bloomin' arena fight.
Deciding not to dwell on how he slipped into British slang on that last sentence, Harry took another swig of his drink, had a brief coughing fit, and hit the teleport button.
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She is a co-worker of mine but I know her much better than that Turning to Odette she says with a bit of a smirk, Odette, how lovely, this is so unlike you to make a friend so quickly
Well Im not totally socially inept Gabriella, and besides I think both of us could use a little fun now and again
Ok, then what kind of lovely activities have you planned for us and our new gentleman friend Gabriella lays her hand softly on Davids as she says this.
Since your done singing your little song, lets head over to the tables Odette returns her gaze to David attempting gain back some of the attention that Gabriella is currently commanding, what about you? You a gambling man Talisman?
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David laughed at the question. "Let this answer for you." He lifted up the left sleeve of his shirt revealing a tattoo that said 'He Who Dares, Wins.' "So yes, I am a gambling man. Got to take a chance and roll the dice every now and again eh? I apply that saying to all aspects of my life. After all it isn't much fun just playing it safe and never taking a risk now is it?" David pounded the end of his drink and down and slammed the glass on the table.
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Jake quickly put another disk-shaped object onto the mechanoid, causing it to dissapear in yet another flash of light before any damage that he would have to fix was inflicted. "Relax. The whole point of this was to catch the cat that was running away from you. Figured I'd try to do something nice, although I see that's something I should try to avoid from now on..." He stated, looking up at one of the still blaring fire alarms.
"But fine, here's the cat." He said half-heartedly, cancelling the detention field and picking up the cat from under its front legs, holding it out to Shioh.
"Sorry for trying to do something for my ditzy ally..." He muttered under his breath.
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Shioh gave the boy a look, you know...one of 'those' looks.
"If you're going to help someone, you should use appropriate force! You don't crack eggs with hammers! Going after a poor little kitty with a big ol' robot shooting bubbles isn't nice," Shioh said, "We widows are taught that discretion and something called 'kid gloves' are greater weapons than the most powerful WMD in a country's arsenal."
Most of what Shioh said was from a variety of Widow training videos and some lectures by Shiomi and Asuka. It was obviously lost on Shioh that the cat fought back against the robot, of course a cat with seemingly magical powers was still a cute little kitty to her, and cuteness trumps danger every time in the mind of the naive little widow.
((Correct me if I'm wrong, Spade and Torrent, but aren't you guys in the Casino? If so, then there's a robot with a kid in a bubble talking to some guy at a table in one corner... Danny, Prodigy, and Mr. Dune are all in here as well))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
((XD I was like '...Did he spell my name wrong?'
Oh, how I love missing letters in words.
...Just thought I'd mention that.))
"Well, firstly, I'm not a Widow. I could loosely be described as a TacOps, I guess, but regardless, I assumed L3-37 would be able to easily get into range and encase it in a detention field. I've already apologized for trying to do something nice. I'll warn you if a stroke of benevolence decides to cloud my senses again."
The sarcasm in the latter part of his statement was apparent, and he begrudgingly forced the cat into her arms. "Screw it, you probably wouldn't make a competent ally anyway." He crammed his hands into his pockets and began to walk away, but not before encasing the small blaring bell in yet another field, silencing it.
"Noisy [censored]..."
Shioh blew the disgruntled Jake a raspberry and kept walking, kitty in hands...or arms...through the hallways.
Unfortunately, she had no idea where she was going...
"Yeah." Dune answered him. "It'll happen."
Mister Dune walked out of the casino, all of the goons standing and going with him, leaving Danny without so much as a second thought.
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Famine swaggered up to the arena cage, glancing to the left and right with a grin on his face. He adjusted his bright orange hoodie.
"So how do I sign up for a fight, eh?"
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Deciding not to dwell on how he slipped into British slang on that last sentence, Harry took another swig of his drink, had a brief coughing fit, and hit the teleport button.
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In a blue flash of light, Harry was suddenly in the cage-side bar. Over here! Two meatheads are tearing each other apart! Silk waves harry over clinging to the cage as two brutes beat the crud out of each other. oh god I wanna get in there Silk whispers to herself softly
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Famine swaggered up to the arena cage, glancing to the left and right with a grin on his face. He adjusted his bright orange hoodie.
"So how do I sign up for a fight, eh?"
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Silks eyes widen as a small surge of adrenaline washes over her at Famines words. Then, turning to famine she says cocking her head to the side a bit, oh well all you need is someone to fight and then just pop over to the bartender hell hook us- I mean, you up Silk pushed her hair behind her ear with a glowing hand, Got anyone in mind?
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David laughed at the question. "Let this answer for you." He lifted up the left sleeve of his shirt revealing a tattoo that said 'He Who Dares, Wins.' "So yes, I am a gambling man. Got to take a chance and roll the dice every now and again eh? I apply that saying to all aspects of my life. After all it isn't much fun just playing it safe and never taking a risk now is it?" David pounded the end of his drink and down and slammed the glass on the table.
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Well then, now were excited! So you should we rely on your luck or
Odette extends her hands and an illusionary deck appears and then vanishes in a purple mist, shall I be your lady luck tonight
Oh you are always trying to cut corners Odette! Gabriella says frowning a bit
Please, you know youd just charm the poor suckers into giving you their cash, you dont even touch the tables!
The two woman begin to argue leaving David anxious to get to the tables ((I assume))
"Ey, I'm also lookin for a fight." Said a voice. A man wearing a grey suit, with a curiously forgettable face and long grey hair with strands of black and white in it introduced himself into the fold while leaning against the cage.
"But I have a suggestion. Why not do a two on two? I'll pair with this sturdy lookin fella-" He smiled a forgettable smile at Famine and made a small wave. "-if everyone is ok with it?"
***
"Your assistance is appreciated." Prodigy told Dune. Danny had no luck with his arrows. While they were built to penetrate force fields, he was not trapped in a force field. He was trapped in a field purposely designed to be perfectly indestructable. That was rendered moot when Prodigy dismissed the field and let Danny drop to the ground.
"Let lethargic demons lie." He said, gesturing at the retreating Dune. "There is no situation unless you make one. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here, boy?"
***
"Deck." White Masque agreed. "Let's find a steward or something. Tell him about a possible gas leak and maybe trick him into telling us where the cargo hold is."
Danny didn't bother dropping when the field vanished. As far as he was concerned, gravity was something that happened to other people.
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"Let lethargic demons lie." He said, gesturing at the retreating Dune. "There is no situation unless you make one. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here, boy?"
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"Aye, 'tis understood perfectly." Danny said levelly, making a casual attempt to jab one of the Talsorian arrows into the bot. Nowhere vital, mind, just someplace difficult, annoying and expensive to repair, and more than a little hard on the waterproofing.
"I just dinna b'lieve ye, y'tin sod." he added, trying to stick another armour-piercing arrow into Designation: Prodigy, with more or less the same aim in mind, being careful to use his precognition to avoid hitting any areas that would cause the robot to explode, or even do much more than briefly inconvenience it... and maybe prevent the godmode-bubbles from working.
"Lethargic or otherwise," he continued, taking a third arrow and trying to jab it into the robot, the talsorian head shedding a faint green glow, "tha' daft bugger wi' th'explosives is about as stable as a house of cards in a hurricane. He c'd decide tha' he's goin't'blow up the ship 'cos he's bored. And, while ye may not need t'breathe, t'would more than inconvenience th'rest of us t'find ourselves under two thousand fathoms o' water."
A fourth arrow was jabbed at the 'bot in the same offhand manner. "Now, d'ye have a bloody good reason why I shouldna turn this tub upside-down t'find th'orange git, or do I just smash y'right here and get t'work?" Danny waved an electrically-glowing finger. "And na' more o'the cryptic rubbish about sleepy demons, neh?" Inwardly he sighed. Well, y'wanted excitement, y'daft fool... still, 'tis a wee more excitin' than watchin' m'toenails grow, stuck on this great barge.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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Well then, now were excited! So you should we rely on your luck or
Odette extends her hands and an illusionary deck appears and then vanishes in a purple mist, shall I be your lady luck tonight
Oh you are always trying to cut corners Odette! Gabriella says frowning a bit
Please, you know youd just charm the poor suckers into giving you their cash, you dont even touch the tables!
The two woman begin to argue leaving David anxious to get to the tables ((I assume))
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David laughed as the two ladies argued. "Well my luck has yet to fail me through the years, so lets see if lady luck still has the hots for me or not." David walked over to the tables and beckoned for the two women to follow. "Think that you can take the dare?" He said with a mischievous grin.
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"Ey, I'm also lookin for a fight." Said a voice. A man wearing a grey suit, with a curiously forgettable face and long grey hair with strands of black and white in it introduced himself into the fold while leaning against the cage.
"But I have a suggestion. Why not do a two on two? I'll pair with this sturdy lookin fella-" He smiled a forgettable smile at Famine and made a small wave. "-if everyone is ok with it?"
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((YOU READ MY MIND PARADIGM!!!))
She looks up at harry and then over to the grey suited man, you
are
a
GENIUS! Oh this is going to be just fantastic! Looking back at harry with puppydog eyes, Oh please can we? Almost expecting a yes she looks at the grey suited man and says very plainly, So how do you wanna do this? You and Mr. orange hoodie against me and my date? suddenly silk looks shocked as she turns to Harry and asks, are you even a meta? I never asked!
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David laughed as the two ladies argued. "Well my luck has yet to fail me through the years, so lets see if lady luck still has the hots for me or not." David walked over to the tables and beckoned for the two women to follow. "Think that you can take the dare?" He said with a mischievous grin.
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Hey! Wait David The two women speak simultaneously and then shoot each other a look
((right out of a crappy romance comedy))
They run to David and hook their arms under his as he moves to the table
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A fourth arrow was jabbed at the 'bot in the same offhand manner. "Now, d'ye have a bloody good reason why I shouldna turn this tub upside-down t'find th'orange git, or do I just smash y'right here and get t'work?" Danny waved an electrically-glowing finger. "And na' more o'the cryptic rubbish about sleepy demons, neh?" Inwardly he sighed. Well, y'wanted excitement, y'daft fool... still, 'tis a wee more excitin' than watchin' m'toenails grow, stuck on this great barge.
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Still clinging to David, Odette looks at the commotion and says bluntly, what the hell are those twits over there doing? It looks like a kid trying to jam toothpicks into some trashcans She looks away trying to let it not spoil her evening.
Famine's grin widened a respectably large amount at Silk's offer.
"Yeah, babe, I'll fight you. Since I got this guy, I hope your man-pal here's ready for a beatin'."
Famine removed the hoodie he wore to reveal the extensive ballistics armor plates that covered his entire upper body. He had taken the suicide vest off for the fight, for obvious reasons. He pulled up his orange-tinted protective goggles (Basically the 'Squadron' goggles from in game) and produced an orange-and-black boonie hat for purely thematic purposes.
"You ready, uhhh....Teammate guy?" He questioned the gray haired man, pulling the bolt on a Steyr TMP Machine Pistol.
You surely havent remembered a word I told you, echoed a voice around Danny. Even through the clatter of the games around the casino, the voice reverberated around him from all directions. Theres a time and place to discuss things like mature adults, the familiar voice echoed, and then theres a time and place to FLAIL AROUND A WEAPON LIKE A DAFT FOOL LIKE YOU JUST DID! The last part, of course, was much louder and so seemed to come from a specific direction rather than from all directions at once. It was Miranda, for all intents and purposes, shouting through a megaphone.
She walked in and sat at the table, resting her megaphone on the floor. Honestly, you are the absolute worst choice to tap for information. Not only are you a clueless kid, but a clueless individual entirely. She reclined back into the chair and crossed her legs as if preparing for a riveting interview. Well well, Danny, still craving to be the center of attention I see
.oh the megaphone? I won it in skeet ball upstairs. No, I didnt cheat or anything. Anyways, you seem like your blood is boiling. You want to burn off some frustration? I have a proposition for you, you might even be able to get back at some of the thugs that got away from you. The last part she said with a smirk, apparently she knew something he didnt.
~~
The cat looked up toward Shioh with a tender Mrrrooow, then looking in the direction of the luau. It was really ready to get some of the sushi it smelled earlier.
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"You ready, uhhh....Teammate guy?" He questioned the gray haired man, pulling the bolt on a Steyr TMP Machine Pistol.
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"Name's Grey Masque. Let's give em some scratches that don't heal fast." The grey suited man said with a pleasent forgettable grin.
***
Danny was half-way through his first arrow-poke. The narrartor froze time to share a humerous event with the audiance.
Robots have a reaction time almost infinitely greater than a humans, since they have no concept of time and usually possess advanced processors that can think at normally unthinkable rates. Here's what crossed Prodigy's mind as the arrow neared his exterior:
'Oh god. He's going to poke me in one of my diodes with an arrow. Is he INSANE? Doesn't he understand that Famine is not looking to start a real fight unless absolutely necessary? Does he realize that he is the one stirring up trouble?
But all that aside, oh god! He's going to jab me in the eye with that arrow! I mean, it could be worse. I remember that gag arrow from Atlas Park. I don't think that would work. Are these gag arrows? They are glowing. Flash animation? Well, easily made with inner glow green and some blurring-Waitwait, reality. Ok, glowing arrows...
Oh freaking god, he's going to stab me with one of his filthy glowing arrows. I need to escape! I want to go and watch Tim Burton movies until my eyes malfunction and corrode. So...DISTRACTION!
Oh god, he's going to stab me. What can I do to distract him and still divert the blow in the point one four six seven two seconds remaining before estimated impact?
He's really going to stab me.
Tell him a joke about ducks! Make fun of his accent! Accessing humor module-No time! Wait-oh. Well, I could try giving him some flowers-
Ok, so I can go to the flower boutique-somewhere...Where would one be on this ship? Well, somewhere convenient...So for me that would be in the rafters! But there are no rafters here.
Waitaminute.
HE'SGOINGTOSTABME.
Activating combat schematic Bravo, Lambda, Alpha, Romeo, Golf.'
"Blarg." Prodigy blurted out, and suddenly Danny felt the tell-tale pre-signs of a mental attack about to smash into the defenses of his mind.
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are you even a meta? I never asked!
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Harry felt completely lost at this point. He remembered dancing, his shirt was ripped, and he was holding a drink that was melting off a layer of flesh from his throat.
Chaos had struck again.
"A meta?" Harry said, bewildered. "No, I'm a tourist. Now I'm all for tryin' crazy stuff, especially when stuff like THIS is involved," he indicated the drink. "But this seems pretty dangerous. I doubt I'd enjoy my cruise if I had ta spend the rest of it in a body cast."
"PSSSSSSSHHHHH." Famine rolled his eyes, taunting a bit loudly. "C'mon, pally." He said, smacking a magazine into his TMP, "I'm normal, see, just like you! Regular old Joe, yeah? C'mon, it'll be great!"
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"PSSSSSSSHHHHH." Famine rolled his eyes, taunting a bit loudly. "C'mon, pally." He said, smacking a magazine into his TMP, "I'm normal, see, just like you! Regular old Joe, yeah? C'mon, it'll be great!"
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Harry looked pointedly at the man's elaborate get-up and then at his own conventional (if somewhat loud) attire.
"Regular Joe. Sure," he said, with more than a hint of disbelief.
((uh... Bwerp? You apparently missed the part about 'nowhere vital' >.<
*sigh* Oh well.))
Danny felt the incoming mental attack, and grimaced. The world warped and spun, and he barely managed to keep from throwing up; then it passed. An' that'd be th'difficulty wi' squashin' a bloke's brain; if ye dinna jump 'im while 'tis goin' on, it doesnae do anythin' lastin'. He scooped up the arrows he had dropped... remaining crosslegged. He simply spun on his axis and reached down... er... over his head... well, you get the idea.
He nodded affably to Miranda as she came up, giving absolutely no sign that her screaming at him through a megaphone had perturbed him particularly. "'Allo again, Miss Miranda." he said offhandedly, still upside down. "An' what weapons?" he questioned, his hands still full of glowing green arrows. "These? They'rena real. I heard it fro' one o' th'ship's security guards straight. T'isna possible to get a weapon onta th'ship." He offered an upside-down shrug. "Besides, wha'kind'o daft twit'd give some random kid summat nasty like Talsorian arrows? Obviously they canna be real." he finished, every word dripping sarcasm as he slid the arrows out of sight behind his back, where they apparently disappeared into an invisible quiver.
He glanced back at Prodigy. "Is that nae logical?" he questioned, looking at the robot curiously. Then he paused, and gave Miranda a flat (although still inverted) look. "Ye'll have t'excuse me a wee, Miss Miranda. 'Tis nothin' against ye, personal, but I ha' a hard time wi' th'concept tha' a bat-[censored] insane terrorist wi' enough explosives t'put this tub int'orbit strapped t'his chest doesna mean any harm, e'en tho' people keep tellin' me that."
Then he gave her an arch look. "An'... me th'center o' attention? I'm na' th'one screamin' through a megaphone. 'Tis somethin' I learned a while back; if ye dinna interfere wi'em, people dinna much care what ye're doin'. Nobody much ha' paid me any attention since I got in here, aside fro' th'tinman here." A pause. "Oh, an'th'stupid sod pretendin' t'be responsible f'r security who told me t'wasna possible to get a weapon aboard. Daft twit. Is therena anyone who watches th'news anymore? So, what did ye have in mind?" he finished off.
Then he gave Designation: Prodigy a sideways, upside-down glance. "An' kindly stop tryin' t'fry my brain, tinkertoy, afore I take a mind t'return th'favour." he added as an aside, without any particular rancour, but with a warning shimmer of lightning.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
OOC:
Nope. Got the part. You still tried to spike him with four talsorian arrows.
BIC:
Prodigy had run away while Danny was dazed, screaming in his odd monotone about misleading graphical effects. He was gone, leaving Danny to threaten the air.
***
"Well give him credit normal regular joe." Grey Masque chuckled to Famine. "He's probably one of those willpower heroes-or a martial artist. Swordsman. Ninja. It isn't really fair to call any of those metas now, is it? I myself, am not a meta, as an example."
Danny stared after the screaming robot for a moment. "I think I broke 'is tiny brain..." he commented after a moment. Then he turned back to Miranda. "So... did y'have anythin' in mind? An', er, what thugs?"
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Miranda smiled and rested her hand under her chin. Im glad you asked. It so happens theres an arena downstairs ((it was downstairs, right?)) where sanctioned fights between willing patrons on the ship take place. The character you were having the civilized conversation with earlier is down there right now She said nothing more but smiled, however when the silence between them stayed...well, silent Miranda spoke up, Look, with my help, you can get inside the cage with him so you can force answers out of him. Thats what you wanted, right?
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Look, with my help, you can get inside the cage with him so you can force answers out of him. Thats what you wanted, right?
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"Actually, I wanted t' zap th'bugger an' get his nasty toys away from 'im, but I s'ppose tha' is close enough." Danny commented offhandedly. The young archer thought for a moment, then nodded sharply. "I'll be righ' back." he said, flipped upright, and vanished with a surprising turn of speed.
A moment later, he reappeared, apparently dressed casually in a white t-shirt with a bullseye on the chest, jeans, and sneakers, along with his usual targetting reticle over his eye... but there was a subtle hum of power around him. "A'right, let's go." Hmm... this c'd become interesting... he thought. Miss Miranda here... I suspect tha' she just doesna want me buggerin' up her vacation any further. Pity tha' it almost never works that way wi' me... He made a face, and followed Miranda.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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David was amazed out how bright of a gold color her eyes were, after a second he realized he was staring and he shook her hand, "Nice to meet you, my name is David Conrad, though some people just call me Talisman. Your performance was very unique. I really liked it. So uh, how do you know Odette?"
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She is a co-worker of mine but I know her much better than that Turning to Odette she says with a bit of a smirk, Odette, how lovely, this is so unlike you to make a friend so quickly
Well Im not totally socially inept Gabriella, and besides I think both of us could use a little fun now and again
Ok, then what kind of lovely activities have you planned for us and our new gentleman friend Gabriella lays her hand softly on Davids as she says this.
Since your done singing your little song, lets head over to the tables Odette returns her gaze to David attempting gain back some of the attention that Gabriella is currently commanding, what about you? You a gambling man Talisman?
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"He was a really well-spoken guy," Harry nodded thoughfully as he took a small swig of his drink. The next few seconds consisted of him staring wide-eyed into space with his mouth hanging open.
"Woo," he muttered to himself after he'd recovered, looking down at the drink in his hand.
*sip*
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Yeah thats what the punch is supposed to taste like! Silk gives Harry a little shove. ok ok now its time to really get this party started She runs over to the altered arena kiosk waving him over, I have it in observe mode so we should be ported over to the observation decks near the main cage match so come here so we can go!!! I have been dying to see a good fight. Ill go first just dont be too long here k? She presses the big blue button and she gets transported to a new bar, this one with a balcony overlooking a cage-match between a tank and a brute. Oh this is gunna be great. Silk moves to watch the match and touching the piece of shirt fabric in her pocket she smiles with a sinister flair.