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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 21:31:17 GMT -5
Noa walked around without her belt or the mysterious black Zecter. Today she hoped that her Zecter might return to her like this. But so far, nothing.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 21:34:13 GMT -5
London, the new capital of his birth country. This was the first time Roger had been back since the Great War. He had his gear in a duffel bag over one shoulder, since he couldn't exactly walk around with 6 blades and three guns strapped to his body and not expect to get into trouble with the law. He wandered the streets, taking in the city.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 21:35:06 GMT -5
This time Noa wasn't yelling and looking like an idiot. No; she had only done that once. No idea if it helped, but she wasn't getting anywhere this time either.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 21:36:13 GMT -5
Roger was looking up into the sky, when he accidentally bumped into Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 21:37:17 GMT -5
Noa stumbled back after collision. She hadn't seen him.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 21:38:14 GMT -5
Roger looked, and saw that he had knocked down a woman.
"I apologize, milady. Here." Roger said, extending a hand to help Noa up.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 21:51:01 GMT -5
"Milady?" she asked, but took his help regardless.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 21:55:10 GMT -5
Roger smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, a custom from a time long past." He continued on, but he had a strange feeling in the back of his head. Like something was terribly wrong nearby, but he couldn't quite place it.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 21:56:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, it is," she said.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:01:09 GMT -5
Roger turned around, with a quizzical look on his face. "Pardon?"
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:02:11 GMT -5
"I'm just agreeing."
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:06:22 GMT -5
"Ah. Well, good day." Roger said, turning to leave. However, the feeling stuck around.
An unmarked white van whipped around the corner, before slamming into a lamp post, just barely missing Noa. The door slid open and three masked men with rifles leapt, one charging for Noa.
"Oh God. The people." Roger said, running into an alleyway to pull his gear on. Time to go pro bono.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:08:14 GMT -5
Even if she had had her belt, she wouldn't have been able to do anything in time. With guns, trying to run would have been stupid, but standing there was just as stupid.
But that's what she did.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:10:23 GMT -5
The guy was faster, and wrapped an arm around her neck.
"Do something stupid and you die." The man said, poking his gun into her side and dragging her back to his colleagues.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:16:19 GMT -5
"Ok...ok..."
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