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Sorry to hear that.
Eh. It's no problem.
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Sorry to hear that.
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Fine. And you?
I have nothing to respond to.
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Dane: he was. It seems his power is deteriorating, though. Not a good sign.
Mierno: *panting*
I used up my remaining power just dodging this guy, he's quick AND powerful, surprisingly.
Keroz: *grins*
And now, there's seven of us to deal with.
*the drop pods open, and their cargo steps outside*
Montu: only the foolish stand in death's way...
Henrik: ugh.. Cramped spaces.. So glad to be out... *three seemingly normal crows fly out, perching on his shoulder*Marquise: these idiots won't stand a chance against us, why even fight, hm...
Junis: the dead have woken, I answer their call.
Ako: what, couldn't finish them off yourself, Keroz?
Shakal: I've been itching for a real fight.
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There's more than one factor. First and foremost, I don't like the idea of metal being shoved into my flesh, and I don't want to give people access to my DNA.
Sorry; I had to do calculus.
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Eugh.
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Willfully?
Is no one interested in taking on the Big Seven?
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It's gone from life to an rp. That started it. Add to that a loss of people and a shift in priorities and you have this.