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Post by Blake Oleander on May 22, 2018 19:45:45 GMT -8
"And my sword will be your shield."
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Bailey Oleander
Citizen of Aurora 
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Just Bailey doing Bailey things
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Post by Bailey Oleander on May 22, 2018 19:52:26 GMT -8
Bailey would bow in return but hold off on saying anything that would count as agreement.
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Post by Avice Locke on May 22, 2018 19:53:22 GMT -8
There was a certain respect you gained from other cultures when they have strange customs and beliefs. She came closer and dropped the things the gathered taking a seat by the woman she faught.
Avice accepted her gift. "They'll be missin' out on a good fighter and a damn strong woman. Good luck to ya." she'd remain here Tryniti was not long for this world Avice can see not only her blood but her Qi flowing out and into the air and earth around her.
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Post by David B. on May 23, 2018 12:35:56 GMT -8
Avice got a pleased smile in return....but as she took the helmet, Tryn's hand dropped, death claiming it's next victim.
The old man nodded, pleased, heading off back to the camp to get his things.
Emma stood straight, not waiting on Leon to respond.
"Thank you all for paying respects. We look forward to a new relationship with all of you. With that, we must be going."
And so she would leave.
/end GM involvement, characters may continue to post as they please, thread will lock automatically on Friday.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 23, 2018 15:55:12 GMT -8
Well with that done he'd simply go to where his last attack had landed. He wanted to just bask in the destruction.
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 23, 2018 15:55:48 GMT -8
Blake would bow his head to the old man before making his way back to Cabal to check on his people.
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Post by Avice Locke on May 24, 2018 2:24:07 GMT -8
She'd gather up her constructs and tuck them under an arm heading back to cabal. It not be the first time she'd see someone die. This world made it a common occurrence. She just felt some of them shouldn't be alone when they go. She'd head to John's work shop and leave these things for him before figuring out her next move.
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