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by Illusionist on Fri Dec 11, 2009 3:18 pm
He recoiled when he saw Angel again, instinctively reaching for a concealed knife, but before he drew it, he realized that this wasn't the overly violent one he had faced a moment ago. He relaxed a bit as she spoke. "Yeah loads," he replied. "I'm lucky I won really. Your simulation is pretty tough; next time you'll have to show me how to use the computers properly so I can dial down it's PMS a bit. Till then we should go see what the others are up to."
Now that he had gotten warmed up he was eager to join the others so he didn't miss out on the inevitable arrival of some plot related villain. As he headed back upstairs he checked where his bullet wounds should have been but he found he had none, there weren't even any holes in his suit, which was good cause patching it up was a real pain in the neck.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep ... and miles to go before I sleep.
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