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Post by locke on Dec 18, 2010 2:13:00 GMT -5
Locke looked down at the two other Duelists, then at the disarmed bomb. She thought about it for a minute before answering.
"If it's anything like this one, there'll be traps," the albino replied. "As for that Duel, that'll have to wait until the higher priority game is taken care of. As far as getting to the garden, I'll be carrying you, Michael. Tekka, will you be able to keep up with me?" They would have to leave soon if there was going to be any chance of having the element of surprise, and that might be crucial to ending this Foster kid's game early.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 18, 2010 2:20:41 GMT -5
Tekka stood and grinned. "I'm a thief," She pointed to her chest with her thumb. "speed's one of my top priorities. Don't you worry a lick about me." She'd only brought her bag for the bottles, and that could be picked up later. Her switchblade was on her (her guns absent in case someone got the wrong idea) and she was ready to roll.
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Post by Foster Faith on Dec 18, 2010 2:25:08 GMT -5
Michael went to stand up, pushing himself up against the wall. This helped him stand, much better then trying to do it on his own. Michael found it funny how many times he ended up getting hurt. Life was anything but dull. "Alright then, let's go beat level 2." he mused.
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Post by locke on Dec 18, 2010 2:35:02 GMT -5
Locke nodded curtly and crouched down in front of Michael. In his condition, there was no way she was letting him try and walk on his own.
"If we're going, then get on my back," advised the Briton. "Trust me, it'll be much faster that way."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 18, 2010 18:35:16 GMT -5
Tekka helped the injured Kuma onto Erin/Locke's back, giving him no real choice in the matter. "Hey, bud, are you Erin or Locke?" She asked after a moment, not sure why she really wanted to know. "Just so I don't get confused at, say, a crucial moment for some odd reason or another?"
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Post by locke on Dec 19, 2010 18:11:43 GMT -5
Locke almost had to check to see which persona she was using, but then remembered that yes, she had been speaking in her natural voice.
"It's Locke," the albino announced. "Don't believe we've met before, so sorry if my knowing your name gave ya a chill. That bugger Foster said it..." Boy, being a liar sure came in handy. "Who's Erin?"
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