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ᅠᅠ ( * the smell of the air felt ... off. the second leon's feet hit ground zero of the crossway , it felt as though his entire existence was at risk. his blood felt a chill ... though his skin &&. bone stayed rigid. )
ᅠ must be a good crossroad ... ( he snarked. )
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ᅠᅠ( * dirt shifted between leather fingers to form a dip - one which a box filled with various ... cultish items would reside in. ) hmm .. guess I wait now.
ᅠ ( * the biologically mutated , he's dealt with many a time before. but something like @hardysways was ... )
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ᅠᅠ ( * the sound of metal gripped between leather - clad fingers. he's all too familiar ; he doesn't dare make a sudden move .. not yet. ) guessin' you're not one for formal greetings ..
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