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7 yrs ago
Current I wonder about status bar commenters sometimes
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7 yrs ago
is it just a me problem where you own all the art/office supplies in your house so you basically become the pencil cartel
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8 yrs ago
One of your issues with Fallout 4 is you're not playing Fallout: New Vegas
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That's me. I also go by Anvil.

Art Ordering: Open [by availability only. I have a life too yanno]
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"To answer you, mortal, there is in fact more than that. This is also a place to be trapped inside." The strange, armored man replied to Ethel. "If you'll notice, all the doors and windows that lead to the outsides are sealed by some kind of force. I have not yet determined what the force is." He said informatively.
The big man turned to look at Barrett. "In a fight against me, your friend would die." He said bluntly.
Once more, the door to the bar opened, and heavy, booted footfalls could be heard entering. They belonged to a giant, taller even than Roy by at least a head, if not more. He wore heavy plate armor, which covered his whole body. Not a sliver of skin could be seen. From his shoulders hung a long cloak made of a thick material, on the back of which was a large symbol dyed red, though was faded. At both sides of his belt hung an enormous sword, one for each hand, and his helmet was adorned with two, ugly, twisted horns. He stood in the doorway for a moment, grandly looking about the room, then took one step inside to let the door click shut behind him.

He approached the bar, looking down at the four people who sat around it, before turning his attention to the twins, who were staring at him with slightly widened eyes.
"Coffee. Now." Came the stranger's baritone voice.
Name: Unknown. Called the Judge of Wings, or just 'Judge'.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male
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"Well, that certainly got interesting rather quickly." Lucien noted as he headed up to the bar to return the wine bottle.

The twins both blinked at him wordlessly before taking the bottle and putting it away. Then one of them handed a glass of water to Charlie.
She made a surprised squeak as she was casually tossed onto the bed. She frowned. "But I had such a great view of your ass!" She then grinned at him playfully.
"Stuff." She replied unhelpfully. She smirked.
Meanwhile, Keenan took an interest in Scout's shirt as he carried her back up the stairs, and she busied herself by taking the liberty of untucking the back of it.
"Bye, Barrett!" Keenan called, laughing as she was thrown over his shoulder and waving at him.
She continued to laugh into his shirt.

Lucien, meanwhile, was highly amused by the whole scene, though he kept that fact to himself.

"You are a very bad man!" Keenan exclaimed eventually, unable to keep an amused grin off her face as she continued to blush.
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