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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 2:58 pm
((Disa going Super Stealth for awhile))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:10 pm
[DOOOOOoooM]
Trei shrugs, his four blades shifting across the back of his silken shirt. Combat, he can do; for some reason, it just makes more sense to look for a fight than try to figure out how to make sense of everything. At least when you're crossing blades, causality makes sense...
"Alright; lets hit the boardwalk up now, then, and get that over with. After that, we'll go back to looking for the goon squad, ya?" Maybe her visit to the boardwalk will give her another marble. Maybe it'll be a waste. Either way, Trei's fine with it. He just wants this crazy a** day to be done...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:15 pm
She nodded and turned, heading for the beachfront. Walking at a regular pace, she wasn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. And unless some god-awful boulder was chasing her she would take all the time she needed.
arrow Beachfront
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:23 pm
[Marketplace----> Beachfront]
Whatever, it's her show...
With a yawn, Trei follows the girl towards the beaches; traipsing around in a group is better'n stumbling around on his own, though this stuff still makes little to no sense.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:40 pm
Disa was tired of waiting. Maybe they had left Gambino. Either way, she was off again, back toward the beachfront.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:22 pm
THEATRE >> MARKETPLACE
Two men and a hostage whom had already pissed himself entered. They were just passing through.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 4:23 pm
And pass through they did...
MARKETPLACE >> BEACHFRONT
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