OOC: Sorry about that Dripik. ^^;;
IC: Doe turned around to face the flying Slig carrying the warrior's spiritual weapon. The mudokon took a deep breath in order to remain calm and in the 'Nat persona.'
"Wow nifty thing you got there, I've never seen a native weapon before. It looks so ancient though, how do they expect to take out Sligs with old sticks? Mind if I hold it for a sec?"
The Mudanchee warrior was inwardly holding his breath, if he could manage to get his weapon back he would have to kill the flying Slig and dispose of his body. Doe would have to find a place without cameras and the native in disguise doubted he could get the Slig to follow him into the Stockyards.
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Once the fantasy died in Doe's head he put on a big smile and said to the flying Slig, "Oh by the way the name is Nat, I'm new here."
Just then Doe detected Aida's spirit, it was shaking in fear. This was the second Industrial mudokon to do this... perhaps all Industrials were incapable of trusting their native brothers. This fear was so deep, it was devouring her very soul. The Mudanchee warrior inwardly screamed with rage wishing to kill every Slig in existence, they had done something to ravage Aida's soul to this point. Outwardly Doe continued to smile at the flying Slig.
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Alexander II didn't know who this Anni was, but he seemed important to Somi so Alexander made a mental point to look out for him. The young Fuzzle prince took one last frightened look at the building and said, "I'm ready to go in when you are."
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#9 fervently jammed ammo into his weapon and added extra clips onto his pants. Having no training in other weapons #9 decided it was best not to try to use anything but his trusty blunderbuss. Once he was full on ammo #9 shouted to #7, "Loaded up and ready to go Sir."
#10 shrugged off #9's excitement and reloaded his weapon. The Blast-Master 3000 was still full on frag grenades, spreader rounds, and shotgun shells. Not wanting to be unprepared #10 grabbed a couple smoke grenades, and a net gun. The Slig checked his blood pressure on his special watch then said to #7, "Good to go."
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Joe stared at the ceiling bored out of his mind. For a second he thought he felt something horrible in his heart, but then just shrugged it off.