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∆: Interesting... While I don't quite know how those things work, good for you.
It's a long story.
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∆: Interesting... While I don't quite know how those things work, good for you.
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∆: Yeah... So, how do you know each other?
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∆: Split personality maybe?
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∆: That's an... interesting form of speech...
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∆: Y'know, I kinda expected that...
*She presses her finger down on the hilt of the blade and a clicking noise can be heard. Red, glowing cracks begin to appear from where it is stabbed in the ground*
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*She stabs the blade into the ground, holding onto it.*
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∆: Ah, why didn't you introduce me to your crazy friend?
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*Grins wildly at the response, as the disembodied chant grows in intensity to "cut cut cut cut slice slice slice slice kill kill kill kill"*
...
*Drags my finger across my tongue and then holds it up as if testing the direction of the wind, and the entire world begins to lurch sideways like gravity shifted off-center*
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*The broadsword crashes through her head straight into the ground, as she had teleported backwards.*
∆: You're not making this easy, are you?
*In a quick flash, the broadsword is cut in half, and it seems Delta hasn't moved at all*
∆: You wanna have a talk or something?
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∆: Just tell me what to do, human person.
*She reaches back and unsheathes her blade fully, revealing it's katana like shape, and a red laser blade.*
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∆: Well, I did survive a post-apocalyptic world for about 18 years with only one arm and occasional shut-downs, so... Pretty good.