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[harlokku-blog]

      “ Where ...” did this wolf (dog?) come from? “ -- nevermind. ”

[rapusodosu]

scldixr

       “A little late for the training room, don’t you think?”

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spraypaintpunk

      “’Give me a sea, of dismal sheen, that takes me to me.’” His ribs are          full of inconsistencies, of madness and trickeries woven into each recited poem--          he trills to inspire. “It is rude to stare.”

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cetrasguard

      “’Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds--’ ah, what a surprise:           The Planet’s Chosen.”

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fairsoldier

      “Incontinence, malice, divine vengeance--  what more shall I hear from the          twittering bowels of Midgar? Why is it that we meet again, Fair?”

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        “My soul, corrupted by vengeance,             hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey             In my own salvation,             and your eternal slumber.”

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promptov

      MAKO burns, INFERNO soil; dual-realities coiled about the ankles of a veteran soldier-- he is a force to be reckoned with even in these unknown lands. Aye-- grand metropolises and pestilential depths were of no oddity to a creature that was BRED among the rot. With war-hackles raised and a commanding swagger in each deafening CLACK! of his stride, he was once a man of the frontline, a paragon that charred the badlands of his greedy cortège with each flaming surge of his ire, and this boy with a gun begs no bewilderment from him.

       “Nice gun,” mock-civility colours him; conversation is a rare boon,         “-- I have never looked upon one who wields so loosely. Does it         have a name?”