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| Darkhunter | Aug 24 2011, 07:10 PM Post #1 | ||||||||
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Leander was already showing signs of recovery from their previous battle his arm was still in a sling though providing support to his arm which hung at chest level by a sheet tied around the back of his neck and arm. He'd just gotten out of the shower though so the most obvious trait about him was how wet he was and that for perhaps the first time ever in history was walking around other people without a shirt on though his alabaster skin was interesting covering a finely toned muscle sculpture the fact that the word "FATE" was tattooed upon his back between the blades was the most distinguishing aspect. Leander to common knowledge wasn't a inheritor of the will of .D, arguments arouse on occasion however to the origins of his monicker middle name "Dark-Hunter", and most people never bothered with the idea of fate. To Leander though it was all powerful and consumed his life he believed though he did his best to try and upset it's path. How Leander saw fate was that everyone was destined to meet a certain action, event, or person at a certain time in order for their growth. To put it simply as he'd often say 'You can choose to run and be shot in the back or you can fight head on and die with dignity. You can't escape fate but you can change the meaning of it.' It was sad to say that his crew was nearly gone now at this point, Maya was in a coma and Ryoto had gone off on a honorable calling. He would sorely miss the man's company and staunch seriousness. For now though he'd have to make due with Sawyer, luckily Sawyer was perfect for cheering up this mood of his and was the last conscious member of his crew. Where was that bird man though? Leander sat at the top of the ship, his dark wet hair clinging around his face, neck, and shoulders dripping down onto the hard wood of the deck. He'd probably have been tempted to stip down to even less then the long black pants he wore now if there had been any hope for getting a tan. It was a great and sunny day he noted, perfect for training and musical numbers. |
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| Blacklight | Aug 25 2011, 04:23 PM Post #2 | ||||||||
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Sawyer’s agile legs moved in rapid succession, pushing him faster and faster. The forest ground felt wet and spongy as the birdman’s bare feet pressed down into it. To most of the forests wildlife, Sawyer’s speed made him no more than a blur. However, this was not the case for his pursuer. No matter how fast the chef ran, the pursuer was close behind. The dimwit hadn’t gotten a good look at what was chasing him, but what he could make out was rock hard scales, long serrated claws and a snarling mouth chock full of sharp, hungry teeth. Needless to say, Sawyer was in no confidence to turn around and face the beast. This hadn’t been the first time Sawyer was attacked by one of the ravenous beasts of Little Garden, and it would hardly be the last. Luckily for the chef, he hadn’t been harmed too much during his earlier conquests on the Jurassic island. Besides a few scrapes and bruises, Sawyer had gotten away from most of the situations, including the Pandaman Chic incident, scot free. The brute of the damage done to him was purely mental with Ryoto’s absence. Nonetheless, the birdman was at least glad his close friend was able to find a place where he felt purposed. Swiftly, the chef navigated his way through the forest’s dense foliage. Through the trees and the thickets, Sawyer could see sunlight peeking through. If he could just make his way out of the woods, he could easily just soar into the sky to escape from the predators grasp. Due to the vast array of branches and vines, that currently wasn’t a viable option. With one last leap, Sawyer broke from the forest’s edge and onto the islands pristine beach. The dimwit was about to transform and take off to the sky’s, but the sight of Leander standing atop their ship prevented him from doing so. “Leander! Help! Help!” the birdman screamed out as he jumped to the deck of the ship and hid behind his captain. “I think there’s another T-Rex chasing me. It’s huge! The size of a building! And teeth as sharp as blades and each one is as long as my arm! Just be careful because I bet he could tear right through you.” Sawyer warned Leander. Just a second later, a Velociraptor, not more than two feet tall, leapt from the forest and stared directly at Sawyer. “I swear it looked bigger in the forest.” The dimwit said in embarrassment over Leander’s shoulder. |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 26 2011, 06:08 AM Post #3 | ||||||||
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Hearing his cook call for him he turned his head to the west, his sharp eyes immediately catching sight of Sawyer. Sawyer was screaming for help from the sounds of it. It was lucky for Sawyer that his senses were so sharply toned or else he may have never heard him from all the way over there. So he wasn't surprised when Sawyer had jumped up onto the ship racing around to hide behind him. Leander hadn't moved at all, his palm covering the entirety of his face as he sighed in disappointment. Sawyer was perhaps the least manly thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. This needed to change right now. "Sawyer. Today we're going to make a man out of you." Leander said with a serious face from under his hand. Without showing any hints of moving from that position of sitting with his hand covering his face Leander suddenly burst up from there his lower body turned into smoke which he used to propel himself up into the sky like a rocket before shooting back down toward the velociraptor, his body reforming back completely normal just barely above the ground before twist his body slightly in the air whipping his leg around in a powerful round housed house kick to the creature's head. The velociraptor was knocked out cold, sent tumbling over itself as it skirted across the ground from the sheer force of the kick. having finished off the creature he stared up at Sawyer with a hard look, that of a drill instructor. Perhaps a musical number with the two of them featured by a montage of training would get Sawyer in the proper form of fighting. Though of course singing wasn't exactly a talent of his as anyone who was sober and listening would testify he still loved to do it when he had the opportunity and his deep voice wasn't completely terrible. "Let's get down to business, to control the world! You're the dumbest thing I've ever met But you can bet Before we're through Somehow, I'll make a man out of you." |
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| Blacklight | Aug 26 2011, 02:34 PM Post #4 | ||||||||
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“Make a man? Out of me?” Sawyer responded to Leander’s statement in some extreme confusion. The chef’s less than developed mind was having a hard time understanding what his captain meant. In Sawyers nonsensical world, he thought that Leander actually thought that he wasn’t a man. “Well Captain, I am pretty sure that I am already a man.” The dimwit suggested. Just to make sure, Sawyer grabbed a hold of the center of his pants and stretched out the fabric enough for him to check his private region. Yet sure enough, all the dangly bits were present and accounted for. “Yep, definitely man parts.” He added. Then just as Sawyer finished speaking, his grasp of Leander’s shoulder seemed to disappear. Releasing the grip from his pants, the chef diverted his sight away from his crotch to look at what was happening to his captain instead. A small trail of smoke caressing around the cracks between Sawyers fingers was the only sign of Leander’s existence that he could find. But then, like a vengeful assassin, Leander dropped from the sky and did away with the dinosaur, right before Sawyer’s eyes. The birdman couldn't truthfully say that the attack wasn’t pretty impressive, but he strange stare Leander gave him was what truly frightened him. It was a stare of anger, confidence and bliss all mixed into one. Confusion only added to the situation more and more as strange sounds began to invade the airwaves. “Is that…. Music?” Sawyer questioned as he spun in circles, searching for the source of the music. “Where the hell is it coming from?” The dimwit suddenly stopped mid-spin and held his breath in shock as he thought he heard Leander’s bellowing voice singing along with the music. “Uhm Leander?” Sawyer said, interrupting his captain. However, Leander seemed to just shrug him off and continued to the next lyric. “Leander?” Sawyer said again; this time a little bit louder but he was merely shrugged off again. “LEANDER! I can’t say I don’t enjoy my occasional musical, but I think thespianism is more of a womanly thing” |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 26 2011, 04:32 PM Post #5 | ||||||||
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"A real man doesn't care Sawyer!" Leander paused from singing to yell at Sawyer. It was about time that kid learned the finer points of manhood. Such as the law of a real man can do whatever feminine thing he wants and get away with it due to his sheer manliness. "Tranquil as a lake, But on fire within." To demonstrate this Leander suddenly squatted down into a indian stance his legs crossed over while his hand sat calmly on his lap in mediation. Calm focus seemed to come out from him in waves though with is eyes closed it could be mistaken as him sleeping. "Lift your fists to the sky, and let your spirit fly." Suddenly Leander burst up from the pose taking to the sky with his legs a trail of smoke behind him immediately after finished the note. Dare devilishly he began flying around writing in the sky with smoke the words 'Be A Man' as he continued singing his arms lifted up triumphantly as he soared around his right arm even bursting out from the confines of his cast as it seemed to have miraculously healed already. "You're a spineless, pale pathetic runt And you haven't got a clue Somehow I'll make a man out of you." Shooting back down he landed in front of Sawyer his legs back to normal once again as he bent his legs upon impact his arms bent as well as if he was drawing in energy from his center of being. "Come on Sawyer let your manliness show! Now dooooodge!" Taking his right leg he lifted it up to mid chest level balancing on his left leg solely as he spun around swinging the leg slowly for him but still fast for the average person toward Sawyer's head. Hopefully Sawyer would dodge but if not it would at least make him tougher. Edited by Darkhunter, Aug 28 2011, 03:26 PM.
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| Blacklight | Aug 26 2011, 10:26 PM Post #6 | ||||||||
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“Fine, fine!” Sawyer blurted out with his hands held out in front of him, palms faced towards Leander in an innocent manner. The chef knew from experience that provoking Leander when he is angry never ends well; even if it is for something as silly as making fun of his theatrical performances. “If you say singing and rhyming is manly, I trust you.” He mentioned. Then in an almost uncontrolled reaction, Sawyer defensively wrapped his arms around his head in a flinching manner, just in case his captain was going to lash out physically for interrupting him. Much to the dimwit’s surprise, Leander just continued his singing instead of punishing him. Not willing to test his luck by interrupting Leander again, the birdman merely took a seat on the ships railing and began to actually listen to the lyrics. Yet as his listened, he couldn’t help but think that the lyrics were quite a bit dumb. That was saying a lot, coming from a half brained moron. And then things just started getting offensive as the lyrics included how weak he was. “Completely uncalled for.” Sawyer mumbled to himself before Leander mentioned making a man out of him again. “Ya know what Leander, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that lyric of making a man out of me. Like I know you’re a doctor, but if you really think I’m a girl, I feel it would take some surgery far out of your league to perform a sex change.” The birdman said. Then looking to the sky, Sawyer noticed that Leander has spelled something out in the sky. “Oh, so calligraphy is manly as well apparently.” He said, taking a mental note. As the dimwit looked up at the message written in the sky, a small colorful butterfly flew overhead, intercepting his vision. Closely watching the winged beauty, Sawyer kept his eyes on it till it flew down and landed on a flower. Bending over, the chef went to pick the flower just as his captain sent a kick over his head. However, Sawyer was too distracted by the wonderful flower and butterfly to realize Leander had attempted to strike him. |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 27 2011, 08:38 AM Post #7 | ||||||||
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Leander's hopes of Sawyer becoming a man crushed when Sawyer had dodged the flower by pure luck. It seemed like the chef simply didn't understand what it meant to be a man. This task was monumental but completely worth it as he was the only hope to Sawyer ever realizing what being a man was about. "Be a man. You must be swift as the coursing river Be a man. With all the force of a great typhoon. Be a man. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon." As he'd prepared to reach the verse he had decided to act out each line again, hopping down off the ship and back on shore. With each few lines he'd demonstrated the point of each, throwing out a punch so fast it completely blurred to the normal person's eyes to show the swiftness of a river. The next line he lifted his leg up high to show his power as his kick snapped a a tree in half when the foot connected with the large prehistoric tree. With the third line he lifted the tree up over his head with a single hand and tossed it far into the forest. Finally to show how mysterious he was which was a tricky one to demonstrate he caused smoke to pour off from him to mask his form in a sort of fog. None of what he did however seemed to be having any effect on Sawyer. Perhaps this was all hopeless. Maybe Sawyer would never grow up. And thus in this melancholy mood the tone of the song grew more sad and hopeless. Sawyer was too dumb to realize that he didn't even mean a physical man change he meant a change of attitude. This truely was hopeless to make a man out of him. "Time is racing toward us till the marines arrive Heed my every order and you might survive You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home you're through How could I make a man out of you?" |
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It was becoming apparent to the chef that his captains’ singing wasn’t going to cease anytime soon. Sometimes Leander’s incredible persistence was a hard thing for Sawyer to deal with. It appeared as if Leander wasn’t going to let up until he accomplished his mission of making Sawyer a man. The dimwit had no choice but to start taking his captains advice seriously. But at least the birdman was starting to realize that Leander meant transforming him from a boy to a man, instead of a girl to a man like he thought before. Jumping off the boat in unison with his captain, Sawyer followed his every move. Following Leander’s lead, the dimwit punched the air wildly. However, instead of rock hard punches like Leander’s, Sawyers looked limp and fragile. Like some sort of freak reaction, the background music appeared to become slower and upsetting. Nevertheless, he wasn’t done trying to mimic his captain’s manly actions. Even though he didn’t appear to masculine, the birdman wanted to prove that he was more inside. Walking up to a tree, the birdman prepared to kick the tree in half just like his captain. Spinning his body as to put as much force into the blow as possible, Sawyer rose his foot up from the ground and swung it towards the tree. His shin connected with the side of the tree with quite a bit of force, but a loud thud and a stinging pain was the only outcome of the strike. Ignoring the pain, Sawyer went for another kick but it was just as ineffective as the first one. Kicking again and again and again, the chef’s eyes began to squint in pain, blocking his sight. The barrage of kicks didn’t stop until the birdman heard a loud cracking noise. Opening his eyes, Sawyer was hopeful that the tree had snapped in half, but unfortunately it wasn’t so. Instead, the chef’s leg appeared bloody, bruised and thoroughly broken. Falling to the ground, Sawyer clutched his leg in pain. “DAWWW” Sawyer cried out as he tried to hold back the tears. The gloomy background music seemed to just be getting sadder and sadder. |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 27 2011, 01:35 PM Post #9 | ||||||||
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The situation had seemed hopeless. Leander had even been ready to fly off and leave in despair at being unable to transform Sawyer into a man. But from out of the darkness came light. It was almost charming to watch Sawyer try his hardest to match up to him. His energy rising at this sight he found more inspiration to sing yet again. "Be a man. You must be swift as the coursing river. Be a man. With all the force of a great typhoon. Be a man. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon." Bursting over to Sawyer in a amazing feat of speed he crouched over the birdman who had happened to hurt himself in imitation of Sawyer. At least he'd tried and that was the true meaning of being a man. Perhaps Sawyer had learned that much. Yet another reason to sing really as this meant he had succeeded in at least part of the goal today. Taking Sawyer into his arm "Be a man. You must be swift as the coursing river. Be a man. With all the force of a great typhoon. Be a man. With all the strength of a raging fire. Mysterious as the dark side of the moon." Taking Sawyer under his metaphorical wing of smoke which he used to gently hold the younger boy safely as he flew off, the smoke holding him from the neck down to prevent further injury, Leander landed on the deck of the Night Thorn. Setting Sawyer down gently upon the deck he then began to look over the leg feeling it for any injuries, it seemed as if it was broken. "Well Sawyer looks like you managed to hurt yourself, but at least you tried and thats what a man does. Being a man isn't about being the strongest out there or the meanest. It's about being strong when necessary while wise, merciful, and kind at others." |
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The pain emitting from Sawyers shin could be considered nothing less than dreadful. A mixture of blunt trauma from the tree’s hard wood, along with a severe series of deeply implanted splinters, made the birdman’s leg a bloody mess. Each time Sawyer pressed his folded over hands onto the wound with more pressure, a sharp pain was sent through his entire body. However it wasn’t in vain, because soon after the chef started feeling slightly better. He wasn’t sure whether he felt better because he was truly helping the wound, or if the loss of blood was just numbing the pain. All he knew for sure was that Leander’s tedious singing was doing nothing productive at all. “Uhm, Leander? You’re a doctor! Help me out or something!” Sawyer pleaded but too little success. It seemed that his captain was too preoccupied singing to realize he was injured. Not only that, but Leander’s lyrics seemed just to be getting ridiculous. Something that doesn’t happen often was about to occur. The dimwit was finally going to release some of his rage. “Damnit Leander! I don’t know what the hell you’re singing about. I can’t be a typhoon, river, fire, moon and man all at the same time; or separately for that matter!” He hollered, pain induced tears running down his face in streams. Then just as Sawyer began losing hope, dense clouds of smoke began to pick him off from the ground. “Oh yeah, that’s great. Help me out after I already lost a pint of blood.” He muttered sarcastically. “Just hope that my blood doesn’t stain your cloud.” Sawyer added with the little anger he had remaining. After the chef was placed back onto the ship, he couldn’t believe the things his captain was telling him. By this point, Sawyer was hurt, tired, sad and just felt hopeless. “Can I just go back inside and cook a little bit?” He begged. |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 28 2011, 03:23 PM Post #11 | ||||||||
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Taking Sawyer's leg into consideration Leander couldn't help but laugh at the the protests coming out from the chef. "Hahaha. Congratulations Sawyer you've finally become a man. Yes you may go cook if you want because a real man fights through the pain." His hands moved over the leg carefully feeling for where the injury was, the bone was poking out against the skin the coloring was off too in a purple hue against the normal color of Sawyer's skin. This would be easy to take care of now, considering how far advanced as Leander had come in medicine. With a delicate pressure he snapped the bone back in place though it probably would have hurt despite his best efforts. His next step was simple enough he needed to keep the bones in place but he also had to go get his medical supplies to completely treat the injury. The obvious solution to this was to hold the bones in place with his smoke while he explored, his left arm becoming smoke as it quickly covered the injury and condensed down to a tight form holding the bones together his smoke arm extending farther and farther out as the revolutionary captain got up to go explore the medical bay. It wasn't long before he had retrieved the first aid kit from his tidy office only leaving Sawyer alone for what was not even 5 minutes even taking his casual time to search. kneeling down beside Sawyer he propped open the kit, pulling out from it a roll of white bandages and what appeared to be paste. His arm transforming back to normal he then proceeded to wrap the leg in the thick bandages before applying the paste creating a solid cast that held the leg perfectly in place. "There you're all done. Now how does it feel to be a real man?" Edited by Darkhunter, Aug 28 2011, 03:23 PM.
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Pain still seared through the birdman’s leg, but he was reluctant to finally receive his captain’s approval. Nonetheless, he still couldn’t hold the tears back even with the joy of Leander’s singing being over with. The tears fell down his cheeks like waterfalls. Their salty property invaded the numerous cuts and scrapes that sat on the chefs’ face, mercilessly stinging his tender flesh. With the pain, came more tears and with more tears, came more pain. It was a terrible cycle of torture that seemed to be never ending. “These are tears of happiness and pain.” Sawyer managed to mumble through his dribbling face. Then, just as Sawyer thought he was going to pass out from loss of blood, he could feel his captains sturdy fingers wrapping around his injured leg. Another explosion of pain and another snap sent Sawyer screaming out in pain. “What the hell are u doing down there!” The chef shrieked. But when he picked up his head to yell some more, Leander had disappeared. The chef attempted to pick himself off the ground to find Leander, but his body just felt too heavy. Trying to make himself weigh less, Sawyer removed every article of clothing, but he still couldn’t find his way back up to his feet. The pain and blood loss was just too immense. Luckily however, Leander was soon back along with a myriad of medical supplies. The chef could feel the pain beginning to subside as his wound was wrapped numerous times with bandages. The blood flow had finally stopped and the dizziness, crying and fatigue were beginning to fade away as well. “It feels good I think. It's like I can finally cross the street on my own.” Sawyer responded to Leander. Then picking himself off the ground, bare ass naked, Sawyer decided the best way to end the day was to with some food. Skipping down the hall like a little girl, the newly declared man couldn’t wait to bake some brownies Edited by Blacklight, Aug 30 2011, 08:06 PM.
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| Darkhunter | Aug 30 2011, 09:01 AM Post #13 | ||||||||
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Leander couldn't help but laugh at Sawyer's reactions. It was nice having around someone who wasn't serious all the time, Sawyer was just Sawyer a loveable moron. "Hahahaha I don't know about that big guy." Leander said still laughing heartily gently slugged Sawyer on the shoulder with his fist, "Those streets can pretty dangerous sometimes but you know what? I bet you can outrun them." With a heavy heart Leander got up and opened the trap door to the lower decks heading down solemnly to the lounge room where he plopped down as if half dead onto the couch his head thrown back. They would have to wait a little longer before leaving the island. It was sad really now that he thought about it, just him and Sawyer with the coma girl. Already he was missing Ryoto. A crew isn't a crew when it was like this. This probably would have been a excellent time to start drinking heavily to forget his worries but for some reason he didn't want to. Instead he took out a sheet of paper and look around for a moment to the coffee table searched the surface for his feather and small vial of black ink. Dipping the bony tip of the feather into the jar he began writing down his captains log. He had so far progressed into a epic journey, though sad at times it was one he was sure readers in the future would one day enjoy and talk of. Edited by Darkhunter, Aug 30 2011, 07:31 PM.
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Every bit of Sawyers body flopped to and fro as he skipped his way down the stairs to below deck. Although the occasional pain sprouted from his injury when pressure was applied, the chef was impressed by his captain’s work. It was as if his broken bone had turned into a mere bruise. Sometimes Leander's vast knowledge of medicines slipped the young man's mind. However, when a doctor was in need, Sawyer was sure glad he had one as skilled as his captain. As Sawyer reached the confines of below the ship’s deck, he could already hear the pitter patter of Leander’s pen scribbling along parchment. The chef was confused at first until he realized that his captain must have used the trap door to get downstairs before him. Slowing his skip to a quiet tip toe, the birdman snuck his way up to the crews lounge area. Peeking his head through the doorway, Sawyer couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Leander working diligently at one of the coffee tables. This was a semi regular occurrence that the birdman got to witnessed. It seemed that every time something thrilling happened, Leander was later found writing out the day’s events on the very same couch. It was becoming a collaboration of adventures that Sawyer noted to make sure to read one day. The only issue was the dimwit’s current struggle with comprehending words with more than five letters. Figuring that Leander needed some time to collect his thoughts, Sawyer moved on to the kitchen, still completely nude. Especially at times of loss like this, cooking was a great distraction. Putting on his laced pink apron and hairnet, the manly chef got to work. Making brownies was no job for a wimp and Sawyer was surely no wimp. Putting in the ingredients of sugar, spice and everything nice with amazing precision, the dimwit worked like an easy bake oven. That was until when turning a page of his cookbook, Sawyer received a serious paper cut; at least a few centimeters long. At first, the birdman thought of quitting all together and just going to take a bubble bath. But no! Today he had learned to be a man. The bubble bath could wait till later. He had to be a man, push through the pain and bake the most delicious brownies ever. And this wasn’t a lesson he’d soon forget. End of wtf SL Edited by Blacklight, Aug 30 2011, 08:06 PM.
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
Suppose you guys didn't really use the ship in this one... Eh, 350 k ain't that much. Consider ship upkeep cut due to it being a little lol. SL Notes
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