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He looks down, not at the incapacitated soldiers before him, but at his own shoes. Aldo’s silent for a dozen seconds as he racks his brain for any ideas.
〝⠀ I understand. Then that ‘someone’ must also be around—unless these Marines killed them too…⠀ 〞
The——
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〝 I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure, Aldo. 〞
Her voice comes low, like a fuse just before it hits the powder. The wind carries the scent of smoke and gunpowder between them.
〝 Someone knew we’d be here. Someone gave them our route. 〞
Kin steps past him, crouching beside.
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——two acting out improvised objective, but there’s nothing else they can do; Aldo refuses to sacrifice more men and women to this ambush. Besides, they’re likely the most powerful Revolutionary combatants on the island.
〝⠀ Let’s get these guys——
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[ He doesn’t have time to question her belongings, simply letting out a mildly exasperated sigh before snatching her up by her feet then hoisting her up! ]
We’re leaving now.
[ He speeds into the hall with Cyn in tow, ignoring the random soldier and dashing towards the——
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with the few seconds remaining , she bends over to retrieve her book , opening her bag and taking care to slide it inside . once everything is secured , she turns to face the intruder once more )
ᅠ⠀O —— Ok .,, I - I’m ,., ready t - to
ᅠ⠀go n - now …
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〝⠀ Hm…⠀ 〞
He continues munching on his sandwich.
〝⠀ Well, you got lucky today. I rarely give out meals for free, you know.⠀ ゛
He takes a swig of a glass of water.
〝⠀ It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kana.
You can just call me Aldo.⠀ 〞
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⠀ ⠀ ❝ 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙁𝙎 typically make their 𝙤𝙬𝙣 sauces . . . ❞
Her belly is 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 than it once was , but not completely . ——A nice 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫 though .
⠀ ⠀ ❝ Oh , where are my manners .ᐣ I haven’t even 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 myself yet . ❞
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»⠀ when I log in here I’m readying to have fun and rp…but for some reason I never really feel that way when I log into voss. perhaps I need to refresh the old terror bird
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