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| Drifter | Mar 20 2010, 07:27 PM Post #16 |
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The Ensign had started to get up and look around the bar more as the Lieutenant still tried to remove the tattoos on the shoulder's of the men, or whatever he was doing. He walked over to a corner, one closer to a window, and started fixing up some of the tables and chairs there to see if there'd be any evidence underneath the rubble. As he set up a round table that was seemingly safe from most damage, he looked towards Mel to see him doing a pretty good job of cataloging all the alcohol in the bar. At least he wasn't taking any of it. Saix set up one of the chairs, as he started hearing something coming from outside the window while he did so. He stopped moving, before trying to figure out what the noise was. He assumed that it was nothing more than an alley cat making some noise outside the bar, but his Marine Training had taught him to be more cautious about things, and the motto 'One Surprise Equals Your Demise' came to his mind again. He pressed himself against the wall near the window, before daring to look outside the window some. At first glance, he saw some of the people in the area starting to move away, as if something was about to happen, then he saw them: The seven 'Bad Men' in front of the Bar, each armed with a variety of objects and wearing a variety of things to protect their identity. He saw four of them break away, with three more watching the Police in front of the building, while two of the three produced bottles with cloths at their ends. Then, they lit the ends on fire. He had heard Striker starting to talk vaguely, but he didn't catch most of it as he was too focused on the situation at hand. Then, Mel's yell rang through his ears and all Hell broke loose in the Devil's Dog. The sounds of fire rang through the Ensign's ears as he rolled to the floor, crawling up to the table he had just previously set up before knocking it on it's side so he could use it for a bit of cover. Glass and bits of wood flew from most of the bar, even the window near Saix broke while he tried to come up with a plan. Glancing back at the Barmen's station, he assumed that the Lieutenant and the Detective were both there using the place for cover, and soon after thinking that one of the flaming bottles flew towards near where the two were positioned at, and started to catch things alight there. Then the other bottle went off, at the front window of the bar, which limited them to the sides of the bar and the 'front door' to try and fire back against the attackers. Looking around to see what was near him, the Ensign found nothing but debris, rocks, and a bar stool, some knives, and a few broke- Wait, there was a few things there that the Marine might be able to use against their unseen attackers at the moment. Pushing the table some forward, the Marine also pulled the broken bar stool and the knives with him. They weren't much, but maybe he might be able to use them to his advantage. Once he was near the window, with the table up against the wall and just being seen at the bottom of the window, the Marine switched the sway he was sitting, and drew the stool towards him first. Trying to focus on where the fire was coming from, he figured that trying to get the men out front first was his main option at the moment, and his options were limited at the moment, so he went with it. Grabbing the Bar-stool with both hands, the Ensign squatted just under the window, before he moved the stool behind him some while still holding it. He waited for a small cease in the fire that was going on for him to throw the object, and knowing his strength, it probably wouldn't go more than a few feet. But he needed to more time, and the fire was limiting it severely. Once the cease fire happened, he threw the stool with all he could spare at the moment, before dropping down under the table and grabbing the knives around him. Then, after a moment of throwing the stool, the picked up the three knives that were there and threw them one by one at the same spot he was aiming for, and knowing that these objects were lighter meant that they would travel further towards the men. When he ran out of knives, he fell to the ground once more, before reaching down for his pistol with his left hand like always, taking it out and cocking the weapon once again. If they started coming towards the bar, they were in for a shot to the arm, or leg, or whatever he could hit. Using his right hand, he reached for more ammo, grabbing three more bullets, before propping up against the table and peering out slightly to see what was going on. |
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| JOLS | Mar 21 2010, 05:33 PM Post #17 |
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The flames glowed in the reflection of a Mask. Underneath it a man smiled and chuckled to himself. One of the knives Saix had thrown was protruding from his right calf, the blood slowly trickled down his leg. "Oh, that was a f**king mistake!" He roared over the continued fire of his partners. Smoke had begun to fill the hell hole. Mel cursed inwardly, not only was he probably going to die, but he would never get to shoot his baby. He took out his back up pistol from his ankle holster. It was dinky thing, he would have to get close to have score a kill. Striker pulled Mel close with the scruff of his neck and passed a few signals with his hand. They meant that Mel was to flank the adversaries when he began to fire. Striker depended on the gambit that all the fire and smoke would make it as difficult to hit him as it was hitting them. Mel looked to look for an escape to flank them with. He didn't see one and looked back at Striker, confused. When the round of firing had finished, the masked man instructed his lackeys to wait behind cover and just train their guns on the frontal openings. As long as the marines didn't arrive within the next ten minutes the smoke should finish the job they had started. Striker assumed this bar was like any of the others around here he used to frequent. Back when he wasn't the sober officer he was today. Most of them had an underground cellar with a side entrance for loading and unloading barrels and crates. The opening to the main floor was usually behind the bar, so he had to improvise. He got up and ran over to a table near the flaming station. Coughing and sputtering in the smoke he picked up the table and began to beat the floor with it. He did it with all the desperation of a man who realized that with all the bits of wood in the air and flammable liquids about, this bar would soon end in an inferno. It leave a smoldering ruin the likes of which would make battleships jealous. Understanding what Striker was doing, Mel ran over to help and jumped on the spot Striker had picked. The wood had already begun to crack under the powerful Lieutenant's hammering. He didn't land where he had expected and soon found himself in the darkness underneath. The light from the flames peeking in from the hole only made so much light. He felt he had been injured by the fall but the adrenaline and urgency had him only thinking about and looking for the stairs that should lead out to the street. |
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| Drifter | Mar 21 2010, 06:00 PM Post #18 |
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"Oh, that was a f**king mistake!" The Marine had heard barely over the fire from the guns as he still awaited in his spot for the attackers to come closer so he could shoot a bullet through one of their heads for what they were doing, and almost did to some of the civilians nearby. That made the Marine somewhat angrier, and which would allow the Marine to practice his own form of Absolute Justice against them, and not feel bad about it either. Starting to cough at the increase of smoke that was happening in the bar, the Ensign turned to see how Striker and Mel were faring in the fire. He watched them for a moment, trying to figure out what they were doing to try and escape the fire, and he soon realized that they were trying to use one of the bar's known features to escape underneath it and go out into the street so they could take down the adversaries better. Watching them for a minute more, the Lieutenant looked as if he was just about all the way through the floor when the Detective decided to jump down onto the wood, which broke the pressure of the wood as he started falling underneath, presumably falling down onto the ground down there, but hopefully okay and able to fight still. Seeing as it was open, the Marine used his right hand to place the bullets into his right pocket, before quickly standing up and starting to run for the spot, probably looking like a shadow from the outside of the bar by the attackers. Once he got to the hole in the ground, he glanced once more at Striker, before jumping down the hole, pistol still in his hand, and once he hit ground he did a roll to try and absorb most of the blow of the fall. Though it still hurt, he did get away with most of him still feeling intact, and the adrenaline he was feeling flow through him helped with that process as well. Taking his pistol in both hands, he glanced around the darkness, trying to figure out how to get to the outside of the bar, using the little bit of flames above them for cover to try and find the stairs to the outside, and to the fighting. Walking forward, he reached a wall and started to use his right hand to walk along the wall to try and see if he could find anything of importance that would help them in their aid to the outside. Small bits of debris were still falling down from the bar, and hopefully Striker was down their with them to aid in the search for the stairs. Eventually, the Marine just about tripped over a rock that about lead him to fall down onto the ground, but caught himself before he fell. "Anyone find anything?" He asked the two World Government Police agents, as he still tried to adjust to the darkness down there, since the quicker they could get out of there the quicker they would be able to take down the men who attacked the bar, and Saix was still itching for a fight against them since he had already thought about using his form of Absolute Justice against them. Hopefully it'd work, and they could find Falcon after doing so. |
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| JOLS | Mar 22 2010, 07:40 PM Post #19 |
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Mel got up and heard a thump behind him. It was hard to make out with the roaring flames but he thought he heard Saix say something. "Anyone find something?" Mel wondered if Striker was going to come down after him. "I think I see a door." Mel shouted. He squinted and could just make out what looked like a frame in the rapidly moving light. He bum rushed it and managed to heave it open. The cool night air rushed in and just made him cough some more. Striker hoped the two down below had gotten to their positions so that they could concentrate their fire. He took a stance that if anyone had seen it would of soon become the laughing stock of the entire Loguetown Police Department. He closed one eye and put his left hand on his hip. Spacing both feet out plenty he pointed his gun out with his right hand. He stuck out his tongue for good measure. He then proceeded to try and empty his revolver of bullets. The kick back was stronger than he anticipated and the first bullet didn't even leave the bar. At this point it was very difficult discerning were the firing was coming from so the response from outside was only a few shots from the seven. A second shot from striker took out a flower vase inside a house across the street. Mel got to the corner of the alley and took a peek around it. With all the fire that the rogues had been staring at they probably couldn't see him if he came up right next to them. Not on this moonless night. He also noticed that the usual crowds that gathered to watch or assist during a fire weren't around. If the marines and fire brigade didn't arrive soon, the fire could spread to other buildings. "Come on Saix! Give them your best marine voice!" Mel asked Saix, assuming he was right behind him. Mel hoped that this would be enough to scare them and he rang out a couple shots from his own gun. Three more blasts issued from Striker's borrowed weapon, none of them even remotely hitting something that resembled a human being. But one of the shots from the seven hit him in the shoulder. |
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| Drifter | Mar 23 2010, 04:20 PM Post #20 |
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"I think I see a door." Mel's voice sounded, as the Ensign swung around to see a figure starting to move in the came, squinting some to make sure it was indeed Mel, before the World Government Detective took off, bull rushing what ever he was heading for. Which, in this case, was the door to the outside world as a quick rush of air was felt by the Ensign, as he followed the Detective out the door and into the world again. He gave one last glance upstairs towards Striker, before running outside and following behind Mel. While they were trying to get to the front of the building, shots were being fired off from not only the inside of the bar, but the outside of it as well. The Marine figured that a gun battle was going on between the two sides, though Striker had the advantage of being able to move about inside the bar, though the Gunmen outside had the advantage that the man looked like he couldn't shoot the best. The Ensign, once they got to the edge of the alley, pressed his back against the wall next to Mel, while the man first told him to yell out in his best Marine voice. This threw the Marine off, because if the man hadn't noticed by now that he was more of the strong silent type, well, then something was indeed wrong with the man, and he should probably go see a doctor about it. Then, the detective started firing off his gun towards the gunmen, trying to gun them down from his position. The Marine sighed somewhat, seeing as the element of surprise was now gone from them, even though the Gunmen probably couldn't see the best after looking into the fire for so long at such a close spot. Sneaking behind Mel, the Marine quickly pointed his pistol towards the nearest gunmen, one of the men who had tried to take shelter back away from the line of fire. He aimed the weapon at the man, using the sight of the gun, before firing it, and rolling back towards his spot along the wall. With luck, they wouldn't be able to fire right, and that could buy them some time. With his back pressed against the wall once more, the Ensign quickly used his right hand to reach into his pocket, and pluck out two of the bullets that he had put in there, leaving one more there with his compass. Putting the two bullets between his teeth, the Ensign used his right hand to pop out the casing for his last bullet, tossing it to his side, before taking one of the bullets in his mouth and loading the pistol for another shot, before he spat the last bullet between his teeth into his right hand. Cocking back the pistol, the Marine looked around the corner before pulling his left arm around with the pistol still in it, starting to aim at one of the guys near the front of the bar now, seeing as they were easier targets to hit, and they had been closest to the fire which meant they had been staring at it the longest, so they probably couldn't see the best. Aiming at the man in the mask, the Marine looked down the sight of the gun, before pulling the trigger quickly, aiming towards the man's arms and torso, hoping for a hit. It was lucky, too, that he had been one of the ones earlier that had been hit with one of the knives that the Marine had thrown out into the air. As soon as the bullet was streaming towards the man, the Marine went back behind the corner, using the bullet in his right hand to start reloading the weapon so when he turned the corner again, he was there with another shot already prepared. The Marine looked up at Mel, when the bullet was back in the gun, to see how he was fairing against the gunmen, seeing as he looked as if he could shoot a gun half-way decent, though he didn't want to clean his weapons to often, which still bothered the Marine who had been taught that his weapons were an extension of himself, and to treat them with respect and care. |
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| JOLS | Mar 23 2010, 06:14 PM Post #21 |
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Mel noticed that Saix had fired his gun, but hadn't announce his presence. He would have to try harder next time to push the young man to assert himself. Having arrested many, he knew a marine with no command presence could never scare his opponents into surrendering. Hoping Saix took a pointer or two Mel shouted. "Surrender! We have you surrounded! All of you are under arrest!" The pair shot off a few more rounds. A spray of automatic fire was the response. Mentally the thugs were already preparing to retreat, their moral had faltered with the arrival of 'reinforcements'. Coincidentally all three lawmen fired at the same time in the same direction. It was impossible to tell whose bullet it was that hit the man in the mask. All that could be known for sure was that it not only blew away the mask, but a good deal of his face as well. Two of the now six noticed their fallen boss and tried to warn the others. Two of them dragged his body by the arms, guns in their other hands. The rest went down the alley they had come from and looked back occasionally. They fired off a few blind shots to discourage pursuit. Mel tried to break off from cover and cross the street to follow them. He tripped and fell half way. A pain shot through his leg, it felt like a broken ankle. "Argh! Saix, you'll have to track em'. I'm going to wait for the brigade, see if I can get Striker out of the Dog." Mel managed through clenched teeth. "Watch yourself, all we need is to know is which hole they creep back into." He coughed some and limped as best he could towards the burning building. Having been shot and finishing his blasts, Striker wasn't sure if he could still exit the inferno. He ducked down and slowly crawled towards the entrance, his shoulder burning he slowly lost consciousness from all the oxygen deprivation. The revolver sat at his side. |
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| Drifter | Mar 24 2010, 06:10 PM Post #22 |
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As the Marine sat there with his pistol, and watched the blind fire shots go off, he was just about to head after the men when he saw Mel try to get away, and ending up looking like he just broke his ankle in the process. He fell to the ground, before starting to talk to the Ensign. "Argh! Saix, you'll have to track em'. I'm going to wait for the brigade, see if I can get Striker out of the Dog." Saix noticed that the man was gritting his teeth while talking. "Watch yourself, all we need is to know is which hole they creep back into." The Marine paused for a moment, thinking about his options. There were only two that he could think of that the moment, he could either run into the Devil's Dog and pull Striker out of there, or he could run after the men that were getting away from them. He knew that he had to chose fast, and hopefully some other Marines would come soon to help out Mel and Striker. "If you say so." The Ensign said, his view of Absolute Justice urging him onto following the men that were slowly retreating. As much as he felt bad about leaving the two of them on their own, but those men deserved to be hurt for their actions. Gripping his pistol, the teen took off after the group of men, making sure that he was far enough back so that he wouldn't be spotted as easily. Not knowing what will happen ahead of him, the Ensign slid his right hand back into his ammunition bag as he walked along, grabbing a few more bullets while doing so, though he even almost knocked the picture of Falcon out of his bag in the process. In his hands were four more bullets there, which totaled up to five bullets in his right hand now. The Marine turned a corner, as the men were still sending a blindfire shot off once in a while while they were heading through the city. The Ensign had to stand behind a corner for a few minutes while they were retreating to make sure that he wouldn't be shot while doing so. The Ensign turned around the corner, sending off a bullet towards them to try and distract them. Taking a moment and reloading the bullet into his pistol, the Marine started taking off towards where they were heading towards, and that happened to be around another corner of the town at the moment, and now he was a little further behind the men than he would've liked to be during a chase, but at the moment he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't lose them in the chase. Turning another corner, the shots seemed to stop, at least momentarily. The Ensign looked around the corner some, seeing the men starting to see if their Masked man was indeed dead, and from the looks of it, the shots to the head had indeed killed him. He wasn't going to be bringing home the bacon any time soon. [OOC: Fail short post.] |
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| JOLS | Mar 25 2010, 09:18 AM Post #23 |
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It was difficult to see much in the back alleys of this moonless Loguetown night. There weren't many that worked in this part of town, but the light of a few flickering street lanterns seeped into the alleys. With the six plus one barging over every scrap and piece of litter in narrow passages, it was easy to follow them. They were making a ruckus a deaf-mute could follow. A shot from the ensign produced a quick response in a spurt of fire. The ones not dragging the mask panicked at the shot. The thought that they were being tracked had them abandon the body of their comrade. The other two followed them. They took a dash across the street and ducked into another alley before entering an almost abandoned looking apartment building. It's windows were all boarded up and it's walls were tattooed with Falcon's marks. Men stood outside all it's corners looked around suspiciously. They did their best to look like bums, but their glances and hands in their pockets told a very different story. The body was that of one of Falcon's lieutenants. Despite the damage done, a fake mustache was still visible on him. A mustache in the style of Falcon, a calling card of many of the men and women in his crew. Back at the Devil's Dog Mel dragged his sorry ass into the burning building. The flames were everywhere, but hadn't quite reached Striker. He was visible still, but unconscious. The revolver was right next to him. Mel went for his revolver before helping striker. It was too hot to touch and it burned him. When he was done helping Striker he would have to go back in. He started drag him as best he could. It was difficult, Striker was a big guy. After much struggling he got him out. The fire brigade had just arrived along with several marines to assist. "Is there anyone else inside?" The firefighters asked him. "My baby is still in there!" Mel spoke of his gun. He tried diving back into the burning building, but the marines stopped him from entering. The Devil's Dog's supporting beams decided to collapse at that moment and a good part of the ceiling caved in. "No! I paid good money for her!" Mel struggled against the men and tears began to flow down his cheeks as he reached in desperation towards the ruins. "I'm sorry! There's nothing we can do for her now!" One of the marines holding him back tried pleading with the supposedly grieving father. Striker was given emergency care and saw the whole scene after being revived by a paramedic at the scene. He chuckled to himself, looks like he had gotten his revenge after all. Maybe it was a bit much, and the collateral damage was a little high. Maybe he could buy Mel a new gun for saving him? As long as he got to shoot it first. |
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| Drifter | Mar 25 2010, 10:39 AM Post #24 |
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Saix pressed himself along another wall when the blindfire shots went off, trying to scare off the Marine so he wouldn't try and follow the men. Were the Ensign a regular Joe, he would've gotten scared and would've run away from it all to make it to the Docks and try to get off the island. The teen waited for a moment before trying to go around the corner and seeing what was there. Upon turning the corner, the Marine first saw the dead body on the ground, along with scuff marks on the ground that showed where the gunmen were trying to drag away the body. It looked like the shot that the Ensign had fired off scared the men some, and they had turned and ran away with their tails between their legs to get away from the Marine and the World Government Police Officers. The Marine looked at the foot prints, before dashing off after them, going across the street before going down the alleyway and looking around, seeing an old, seemingly abandoned apartment building that had a group of men outside of it. There were markings of some kind on the outside of the building, and all of the windows were boarded up along it. The Marine might've thought that the men were just bums there, for their clothes did suggest that, but the way their hands stayed in their pockets, along with the way they were always glancing around suggested otherwise. The Ensign debated what he should do for a moment. If he was stronger, and had more than just himself at the moment, then he might've thought more about charging into the building and seeing if Falcon himself was actually there. But the Marine was alone, and he knew that if he was up against more enemies than he could take he would die easily in there. Plus, all he knew was that there was a chance that the Drug Ring Leader wasn't even in that building. Leaning back into the alley, Saix did a silent sigh about what had happened. Hopefully the Lieutenant and the Detective had both gotten out of the fire fine, and hopefully with little damage to boot. The Marine looked around, pulling out his compass from his pocket so that on his way back to the Devil's Dog he could memorize the track so that the Marines and/or the World Government Police Department in Loguetown could find the Drug Dealing Hideout easily. And just to be on the safe side, the Marine put away his pistol, taking one of the bullets from his hand and placing it in a crack in the wall that he was leaning against. He pounded on it lightly so that it'd be a tiny little marker for who ever came that way to find the safehouse for the Drug Dealer's Gunmen were located at. Once he was sure it was secure, the Ensign stepped back, before running off towards where he had come from silently. Once he was back in the alleyway with the dead man, the Ensign stopped momentarily, panting lightly to catch his breath. Leaning against a wall some, the Marine checked his Compass for the direction towards the warehouse, before looking at the dead man on the ground again. Getting off the wall, Saix walked up to the man, crouching on his left knee on the ground, taking off the mask on the man's face before tossing it in the man's pocket. The first thing he noticed about the man was that there was a moustache on his face that looked as if it didn't belong there. He figured that it might've been a sign for higher ranking among Falcon's men. He took off the man's shirt some, checking the shoulder of the man and seeing a mark that was on the building. He assumed that this was the marking of Falcon, since it was also on the fake men of Falcon's back in the Devil's Dog. The Devil's Dog. The Marine had to get back to the probably ruined bar by now, and he knew that the man's corpse might not be there when he would get back, so he had to make a decision. The teen propped the man up, throwing the dead right arm over his shoulder so that he could carry him easier. The Ensign grunted, standing up as he started dragging the corpse back towards the Devil's Dog with the Compass in his left hand so that he could still see it somewhat. The smell of smoke was the teen's greatest ally on his way back to the fire consumed bar. When he had gotten there, the Fire Crew had already gotten Striker into care and it seemed that Mel was crying over the loss of his 'baby' while someone was comforting him on his loss of a great firearm. The Marine walked over to a few Marines, handing them the corpse of Falcon's Lieutenant while pointing out where the man's mask was on his being. The Marine explained his report to them, from the time they arrived at the bar and the attack, to his following of the men and finding a supposed base of Falcon's. The Marine spoke quietly about it, for he noticed that Civilians were just making their way back onto the scene, and he didn't want to start too big of a fear among them. Once the report was done, he walked towards the Detective, patting him on his back for his loss. Then, he remembered the picture that he had put in his ammunition sack a while ago. He pulled it out, putting it into the Detective's pocket. "Give that to Striker when he gets better." He instructed, before walking away to go check on Striker. It looked like his assignment was over for at least now, maybe sometime in the future he'd be back to take down Falcon on a future assignment. At least his assignment would probably help lead to the Drug Ring Leader's arrest, and then Striker could get his revenge against the man eventually. Hopefully when he would get better, of course. [Le fin] Edited by Drifter, Mar 25 2010, 10:47 AM.
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| Versesai | Mar 25 2010, 01:10 PM Post #25 |
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Notes Saix - 13 SD For his exceptional gumption and stick-to-it-ness as described by one Lieutenant Striker of the Lame Trailer Park Detectives/LTPD, Saix was awarded 3,200,000 and 2 Commendations.Treasure Hunter Reward LTPD Jacket: A snazzy blue jacket with black lining and made of a weather resistant material, the LTPD Jacket was a gift from Mel to Saix. It's been modified to have a Marine Seagull on the back of the jacket instead of the LTPD logo, a bright blue one at that, but otherwise it's the same thing. Keeps you warm, dry and looking like a crime scene technician. |
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows. These Other Inactives
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