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    Troll in the Playground
     
    The Bushranger's Avatar

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    Ogre in the Playground
     
    SolithKnightGuy

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    The pirate's finger quivers over the trigger. Hey-

    The other man starts to say something, but the pirate jerks him up. No talking for you. I'm thinking! So... you aren't mercs this guy hired to save him? Right. Well then. How about this, I shoot a guy who will be very grateful to you for saving him... wait. He probably has his money stashed here, and you can still get it if he dies. So... ah! He can give you notes for the banks, yeah, and you won't get that if I shoot him! So back off! I needs a clear path to the door! Or... or... wait, you offerin' to pay me? His forehead is creassed in concentration.
    Last edited by The_JJ; 2009-02-19 at 09:25 PM.

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    Bugbear in the Playground
     
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    The rapid dialogue and motive suspicious has become too much for Jull. He throws his hands up in the air in exasperation and sits down on the floor, with his sword across his knees. The recent days had been tiring, and he was in no mood to try and attempt this kind of mental exercise. "Urgh, my head... Tells me when you wonts somefing hit, Seph."
    Last edited by Rettu Skcollob; 2009-02-21 at 08:37 AM.
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