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Post by Vennel on Feb 24, 2017 18:21:09 GMT
She could already feel the effects of the booze as it seemed to affect her thoughts. She felt warm, and loose, but it was more than that. Whatever this clear liquid had been, it was like it could tear the paint job off the hull of a ship. It was strong, stronger than most of the booze she managed to steal from the shipments for Luffa’s alcohol business. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad after all. Or perhaps she was just getting drunk and was warming up to these two. At any rate, Al had gone into a tale about how he came upon that very bottle. It was an interesting one at that, but again, perhaps that was just the alcohol talking. She glanced at the second glass of the “flying scotsman,” that had been poured, and sipped from it slowly, savoring the unique flavor to her. Something about the smokey sweet flavor of the whiskey, mixed with the added syrup and the bite of the bitters really brought it all together. Not that she had the knowledge of what went into it, mind. Still, when Alaistair had finished speaking, she turned as Plato began to talk about how… well, the best she could summarize was “how hard his life was.” Her eyes instinctively rolled a bit, but none the less, she could appreciate his ending sentiments. “ Aye, I can drink to that…” She rose her glass in a sort of recognition of a toast that hadn’t been made, but as she brought the glass back down to her lips, her stomach growled again, reminding her she still needed food, and if anything, the alcohol was just making it that much more apparent. She winced at it’s sound and then looked back to her host, remembering he had promised food as well. “ Whens that food going to be a thing, huh, Al?” Her legs kicked up onto the bar, her right crossing over her left as she bounced her right foot. She definitely felt very relaxed, which meant the alcohol was doing it’s job; the alcohol was only made stronger by her empty stomach and lack of anything to absorb the poison. However, it may have gotten away from her, as her posture displayed a level of carelessness, for her normal, sober standards. Still, the up side to her condition was that she didn’t seem to care. Sipping from the glass in her hands, she glanced between the two, awaiting a reply, as she hummed the Saiyan Solar Empire’s national anthem, forgetting herself in the moment. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 24, 2017 21:55:26 GMT
( Plato) Plato seemed to think Alaistair was a crazy individual after his story, assuming that the demonic essence that made him what he was had been tame. Alaistair could easily remedy that thought, but at the same time, Plato was needing to unwind in full so Alaistair wouldn't retort. The Devil held his glass up when Vennel piped up, and just as he was sipping it, the rumbled of Vennel's stomach had Alaistair putting down the drink, a smile whilst acknowledging it with walking towards the kitchen, "Right! The food. Since the others are asleep, I'll need to figure out an associate's spells on what is alright for me to cook up... She does stuff to the food that makes it weird to interact with. I'll be back," Alaistair explained, as soon as he mentioned 'spells'. He entered the kitchen through the swinging metal door and turned the light on. He could be seen going to the left before the door blocked sight of him. Muffled chatter could be heard coming from inside that went for a couple of minutes before it hushed. The Devil then came out with a metal tray with a curvy handle on it, and on top of it, piled high, were these knots of bread that had a garlic scent to them! They weren't hot to the touch, maybe even having been a few hours old, but were still quite soft! He put it in between the two, alerting them, "Feel free to grab some right now, but let me get the tomato sauce. I find it tastier if you dunk it in. Just a couple seconds are needed is all!"Alaistair walked back in through the kitchen door and within mere seconds, walked back out with a bowl that was barely the same size of his hand with a steamy bowl in hand! He put it in between the two and greeted, "Alright, dig in! There's some desert in the back too, but that's apparently being saved."
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Post by Plato on Feb 27, 2017 2:49:09 GMT
He turned as Vennel asked about food he nodding, "That is a pretty good question." He said calmly ready to get some food. He watched him enter the kitchen as he went to get food. He would of spoken but he didn't feel talking to Vennel, she seemed to want to drink and eat which was fine with him he just needed to focus. He knew sooner rather then later. When Alistair Did return he had brought bread that had a garlic scent to them as he looked at the two, "You guys can have the bread i'm good, i'm all not that hungry at least at this moment." he lied, he honestly didn't like bred it reminded him of rats and rats reminded him of cells and that was one dark place he never wanted to go back too. He walked back into the Kitchen to get some tomato Sauce at least he assumed he talked about it. For now he was gonna wait, and see if he changed his mind. (Short sorry ) Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 27, 2017 20:26:08 GMT
Vennel’s stomach now seemed to be causing her some visual discomfort, as she held it against the near roar it had reached. The thought of food had caused her to only grow hungrier, made more pressing with the intake of the liquor. But to her relief, she didn’t need to wait for very long. As the food was brought out, it carried with it some strange odor, that was both enticing, and repulsive at the same time. What was this scent, more of that dirtling cooking? The conversation that was spilling over from behind the kitchen door could be heard for just moments of fragmented chatter, before the door closed in Alaistair’s wake, silencing what she could hear again. It probably would have driven her curiosity further to have been piqued and she’d want to investigate, had she not been so driven by one desire in this moment. Food. She was glad that Plato didn’t want to talk while they waited. She disliked talking when it wasn’t necessary in the first place, much less when she really didn’t care about anything he likely had to say. Still, it could be a bit premature that she felt that way. She didn’t really know either of them, but that never stopped her from making brash judgements about a person’s character. With the food new before her, her mouth hung agape, a small strand of drool escaping the corner of her mouth as she neared it. Neither Alaistair or Plato seemed interested in eating the food, which left herself there. Perhaps they didn’t know about the intergalactically renowned hunger and metabolism of a Saiyan? For their sakes, she hoped they knew. As Alaistair left to get the sauce he raved about, Vennel dug in, hucking bread knot after knot into her open mouth. Her hands had become more comparable to shovels, as they lifted morsel after morsel from their dish to her maw. Saigon metabolism worked differently than most species, or so she assumed. They retained their youthful appearance long after most Saiya-noid species lost theirs, but as a trade off, they needed huge sums of food, which was usually why her people ate the victims of planets they’d extinguished. You’d be famished too, if you woke up after losing your mind to your oozier transformation and wiped out an entire species. So, by the time that Alaistair had returned with the sauce he spoke of, Vennel had nearly eaten half the food in front of her. As the devil set down the steaming bowl, Vennel began to dip the knots into it and then taking a bite. The flavor of the sauce definitely enhanced the ordinarily dry nature of the bread, but it was mostly lost onto the starved warrior as she was. “ I camf’t pwomise thot thar will be mush left if you donf’t get shom nao!” Vennel spoke with her mouth full of food, careful at least, not for any of it to wander out of it as she spoke. But as she choked most of it down, and cleared her mouth to be more understandable, she looked to Alaistair one last time, “ *Gulp* So what is this called?” She then immediately went back to stuffing her face, as she awaited a response. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Feb 27, 2017 22:55:22 GMT
Alaistair shrugged to Plato's decline, stating to him, "Fair enough..!"The way Alaistair responded could suggest to the two about his gaze at the food, then to Vennel's overly stuff mouth! He was vexed, briefly, before it he came to be smiling once more as he plucked a couple of the knots of bread. He wasn't gonna miss some of the cooking, albeit it being a bit old for the day! "They're simply called garlic knots. Little bit of egg wash, an even spread of diced garlic followed with a spread of parsley, and then being baked tentatively at 275 degrees to a nice golden brown color," Alaistair informed Vennel, dipping the knots into the sauce and shoving them into his mouth. He made a, 'Hph,' noise, as he savored the flavor, before swallowing and uttering, "Can never go wrong with these little suckers..!"He plucked another from the tray, before looking at Plato and telling him, "Get in on this, Plato. I'd rather you have something in you before you body hucks everything up! You being upset is saying, 'I am not eating properly.' Much like how Vennel here is shoving this hill of knots in her mouth like a chipmunk to nuts... Its a small animal from Earth," Alaistair alerted Vennel. Hopefully the joke didn't fall on deaf ears and would get these guys to chuckle. "So, have you got any stories to share, since I am servin' ya," Alaistair mooched to them, shoving another knot in his mouth. He didn't know Plato that well, despite working with him, and he needed to get some more information from this saiyan lady, too! ( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Feb 28, 2017 5:05:35 GMT
He looked surprised as the saiyan ate quickly taking a majority of the bread quickly. He listened as Alistair explained what the food was. He called it Garlic Knots which were bread with a little bit of Garlic and A little bit of egg wash. He paused as Alistair as he nodded, "I've never eaten well in my life at least as long as i can remember." He said as he pressed his hand down on the table looking at the two, "I mean i do have stories however, their not fun stories so i mean do we really want to here them i'll leave it up to you two." He said, "Your here on konats afterall Ms. Vennel, you most likely want to know about all the history of this planet or at least the past 17 years, the years which konats first appeared." He said calmly as he laid back reaching to grab a single piece of bread he putting it in his mouth chewing, "This is good bread i'll admit that much." he said Softly before looking at the two, he wondered if Vennel was going to speak first or it'd be up to him to tell a story. Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Feb 28, 2017 23:34:58 GMT
The near starved warrior just had a blank look on her face as she looked back at Alaistair. What was he saying? Specifics about how to cook things? How was she to know what most of that meant? Whatever the food was, it was good though. Vennel wasn’t much for the finer points of cooking. She was more a “kill and eat,” sort of person- preferring to just cook things over an open fire until ready, or eat it on the spot. Vennel wasn’t much paying attention to the jabs that Alaistair made about her lack of proper eating, or the looks they must have given her, watching her gorge upon the food before them. She was far from having had her fill, but the food was gone and she was sated for now- though she’d probably need to get some more before she slept, or at the very least, hunt for something. Still, she was thankful for the hospitality, and she burped rather abruptly to show her contention for Alaistair. The two seemed to be looking at her now, though, waiting on her input on something or another it seemed. She wasn’t really paying attention to them, but remembered hearing one of the last things they said were on the subject of stories of interest. Picking at a bit of parsley that was stuck between her teeth, she leaned back and lifted her legs up off the bar and back to the floor. “ Well, I’ve got a story, I suppose. Let’s see, so, this one time about three years ago, I was on assignment- wait, let me back up.” She cleared her throat and tried to remember the exact memory as best she could. “ Ok, so, it’s the end of the month, and I need a new mission so I can make some money for food and rent. But the only mission that would pay enough, and also not prove a waste of time, was this one on Planet Fruti. Ever heard of it?” She paused a bit, to give either of them a chance to confirm or deny having heard of the planet before, but it wasn’t entirely necessary if they had. It was a backwater place known for it’s primitive population, that and the fact it had been sold a few years ago after Vennel got through with it. “ Well, this cocky Elite warrior, Silan, was assigned as the mission leader, so I was assigned to their squad, and she was such a di’kut. Anyways, so like I was saying, We set off to planet Fruti, and instead of having us crash our pods into the planetary capital, she has us land out in the desert! Can you believe that? It was all for some stupid display of dominance or whatever. So after I put her in her place, we prepare for our attack. Right before nightfall, when the city is quiet, but on alert after seeing our pods touch down, we transform. The squad and I assume our Oozaru forms, and we started destroying buildings, their weaponry, a few of their warriors put up a good fight.” Reliving her “glory days,” seemed to lift Vennel’s spirits a bit. Her tone was slightly higher, and she was smiling as she spoke, which was different than her usual demeanor. She took a pause to breathe and take a sip of her cocktail, before speaking again. “ Anyways, so the nights on that planet lasted a galactic standard week, and that meant I was on baby sitting duty. I suppose it’s worth mentioning I was the only one there who retained her sensibilities when transformed, so it was like dealing with a herd of freshly grown Saibamen. I had to keep them focused and on task with destroying the rest of the citizenry. Man, the fights… this one little guy tried to cut me open from the inside.” She then opened her mouth wide, and tilted her head back, so as it point out a scar on the roof of her mouth. “ The little krif tried to cut open my mouth after I killed, what I can only assume was, his brothers in arms. Got to respect that sort of tenacity, you know?” Taking a sip from her drink again, an audible sigh of contentment escaped her as she leaned back in her chair to relax. Having finished her tale, her attitude fell back into its aloof, nearly apathetic state before turning her head to look at Plato. “ So, what about you?” Though, her question was pointed at Plato, she also looked to Alaistair, in case he had another story he cared to share. [ Alaistair ]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 1, 2017 4:57:43 GMT
Plato didn't seem intent to share a story, thinking it'd be too drab. Alaistair huff a sighed, before Vennel spoke up. It was from three years ago, so she seemed to need time for that. Alaistair nodded, telling them, "I'm gonna go check the kitchen for anything else I give you, but tell the story as I do!"The Devil entered the kitchen again, calling out to someone named Eres as he entered. A feminine voice could be heard this time, questioning what Alaistair wanted. A conversation would go on while Vennel told the story to Plato that'd last a minute or so. After that, the sound of pots clanked in the back, Alaistair coming out mid-way through the story. Vennel's voice was excited as she displayed on old scar in the roof of her mouth, implying she ate this poor bastard while she was in her Oozaru. Alaistair stood back in his original position behind the bar, taking a swig of the Flying Scotsman, before directing his attention to Plato, with a lightly demanding tone behind it, "Your turn for a story, Plato. I've asked a very sleepy cook to whip up something to sate some remaining hunger that I'm betting Vennel's still got."The Devil looked at her for a simple confirmation on this, before telling him, "We're all telling some stories right now. Surely you're not just someone who's always brooding out of a Arcosian horror show!"( Plato)
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Post by Plato on Mar 1, 2017 8:45:16 GMT
He turned his head listening to Vennel stories about a time long ago; about a planet she had conquered a planet called Fruti nearly three ago. He nodded his head no; he was new to the Galaxy in general so he didn't know the worlds all that well. Of course he knew about the important worlds, Earth, Vegeta, Namak and Arosce but beyond that he was not the most knowledgeable. She described some elite warrior who had landed them in the desert rather than the city as he nodded though he didn't understand the issue as he listened to the rest of the story. It seemed there were many strong warriors in the city itself, without the massive boost of the Great ape form would they have won as easily as described in the story? Perhaps not but he was not going to question it was her story it was not his place to interrupt. He nodded his head as she explained on that world nights last an entire week which left him a little shocked. He had never heard of such a world where nights lasted that long. He paused a brief moment turning his head to Alistair. "Perhaps but most of my life has been filled with upset after upset with the only good memories I have thrown to the wind by own stupid actions and attempt to gain power the quick and easy way to protect konats which time and time again I’ve failed to do." The Konstian looked around. "You don't remember much when they seal the kashvarr beasts inside you, the beast always feeding off the memories of a past before they tore everything from you, even with all the control I’ve obtained over my beast it might of been too little too late, there is not story that not just going to bring back bad memories that is all my life has been for 18 years, perhaps not that long for either of you but for me it most of it and the stuff before it I can't even remember anything it all a blur of motion eating away years ago." He sat back in the chair closing his eyes as if holding back any weakness just pondering the idea there was a time that he could recall it while he sat in the damp cells the kashvarr created while all the rage and sadness swelled. Every single time a slight stream of joy appeared from the ash of his despise they were ripped away. He didn't communicate those thoughts however it was clear on his face he really had nothing to talk about, at least that was not going to show his deep sadness at the fact he was in general a shell of man with a beast sleeping in the hollow chambers of his soul. Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Mar 2, 2017 2:51:32 GMT
In all truth, Vennel half expected one or both of them to take umbrage with her story. Most aliens were appalled at what a saiyan did for employment. At the very least she expected Plato to be. But he seemed disaffected by it. When Alaistair returned from the kitchen, she could hear the sounds of metal clanking about before the devil closed the door behind him. Perhaps they were whipping up something new and tasty for her back there. Alistair did seem to have a hunch she wasn’t fully satiated, and he would be right. But it was Plato that brought the somber thoughts to the table, as he shared less a story and more an explanation. He went on about how the “monster,” inside of him prevented him from remembering enough, and that what he did remember was mostly failure. Sheesh, what a buzz kill. Vennel sipped from her drink once more and swished it about in the glass, watching the syrupy colored fluid cling to the rim in a thin layer. The fluid slowly receded, much like her attention to Plato’s excuse for a story. Though, she caught her attention slipping, and it wasn’t because of her usual stand offish attitude, but rather she was feeling the pangs of exhaustion once again. She was far from passing out, and wished not to betray her current state of mind, so she merely played along for now. She’d likely retire after the next batch of food was brought out. In order to keep her mind occupied, she turned to Alaistair and then asked, “ So, what’s with the architecture in the hall way there? The saiyan looking one. It’s different than the rest of the building, and seems an odd choice for a resident of this planet.” [ Alaistair ]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 2, 2017 5:50:08 GMT
Plato took his time to tell his story about himself. It seemed he'd gotten to the point where he let himself be forgotten, focusing so much on the monster the Kashvarr put into him... Well, more like brought out, in Alaistair's eyes. "Plato, having seen that monster and fought it, I can tell you that..."Alaistair paused, as Vennel asked about the architecture of the hall past the elevators. Alaistair smiled a moment, telling her, "Some work I had done while I was back on Vegeta! There's a few chambers down there, as well as a recreational gym area, but I need to explain this first to Plato."He looked back to Plato, his expression lamenting and, his tone judgmental as he told him, "As I was saying, I can tell you this: That monster is something prominent in you already... You and I aren't different. We both had something crammed into us that's literally changed up the way we live and operate in that life. The Kashvarr messed your mind up, and a demon, and I mean a REAL DEMON that I don't even know the name of, literally altered my body to the delightful image you see before you today! Mind you, though, I was all about going out and literally in your position, trying to conquer planet to planet on my own with not a lick of sense in my brain. I didn't get snapped back to sanity until I spent about 250,000 years in HFIL getting myself smacked around by the Ogres and Oni!"Alaistair wasn't telling a lie, but the story did admittedly sound farfetched. However, he wasn't denying a single bit of it! He continued, telling Plato, "The reason you're not able to remember crap is because you keep thinking about the monster that is in you, giving it the energy it needs to sustain itself. That's what real demons do! Feed off the crap you subject yourself to."
(Plato)
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Post by Plato on Mar 3, 2017 2:51:28 GMT
Plato paused listening to Alistair story nodding his head. He looked at Alistair with some surprise and intrist. "So your not a demon yourself that surprises me." he said calmly, "Unless you were a demon and your bodied was just melded into a different shape." He shrugged before looking at him with a sigh escaping his lips, "I've meet demons Zerori, you and Xylo though i guess he is a namakian might as well be a demon but your all don't scare me but the kashvarr do that a honest fact i don't like quipping alot, i don't scared easily, that only cause i've had to fear something that is more scary then those with a huge loud of power and who know how to use it for good or bad." He crossed his arms, "You ask me if i wanted to be in a room with Walker or the Kashvarr, i'd pick walker cause i know at least the bastard will kill me and hell if he even tortures me it won't be as bad as the kashvarr do trust me when i say, The kashvarr are not mortal, not demon either." He cracked his neck , "The Kashvarr monsters don't make you just forget stuck it saps the memory away it poof gone just like your soul it rips it to shreds, its not like anything you've dealt with i assure, everyday i become more akin of my beast then i am of my mortal living side." Plato sighed as he grabbed the metal brace that covered his right arm. "Guess i do got one thing to show but i doubt we need to have our food ruined but i'll keep it brief Alistair as you are my ally you deserve to know and its something i should not hide." he got to his feet as the metal brace dropped to the ground with a slight Clang. "You see while in hell i learned how to strength by beast, of course i can't show you that as your whole shop would be rubble as the beast would rise and probley cave in the roof on accident" He joked as he raised his arm the arm seeming to be very enlarged as if it was swollen though bandages still covered it, "I gave up an arm, not like i cut it off but i head its energy to the beast so it also akin to the surface this bond i have with my beast has changed me and it we are more one then we have ever been, of course i'm not asking you two to spread that around if you do i'm gonna have to keep you shut, as i don't need my own people wanting me dead then they already want me." He said as he grabbed the bracer putting it back on. "Probley not much better a story or whatever but at least it was better." He said as he got up pushing the chair in. "I'm gonna get some fresh air i'll leave you two alone." He said bowing his head as he began to step towards the lofts entrance to get some air. Vennel
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Post by Vennel on Mar 3, 2017 4:38:44 GMT
After hearing Alaistair try to level with Plato, she watched as the Konatsian wasn’t really listening. He seemed intent that his precious Kashvaar were some sort of great evil. Which begged the question: why weren’t they destroyed, then? But that was a question for another time. It seemed that Plato wanted to leave and get some fresh air, perhaps the conversation had gone on for quite a while. Venne herself was finding it hard to stay conscious. She rubbed her eye, as a large yawn came bellowing out of her mouth. “ Well, I wouldn’t count on that, Plato. I should probably go find someplace to sleep, myself…” She lifted her glass up to her lips and imbibed the rest of it, before getting up to her feet. She stretched her arms out, trying to be careful to to bump anything as she did. Once satisfied with the stretch, she turned to Alaistair and pointed roughly in the direction of where the room she found her present garb in. “ Is it alright if I retire to that room?” She would ordinarily insist on finding her own lodging, but his staff had her armor and were repairing it, and she didn’t really want to go out wearing- whatever it was that this loose clothing was. [ Alaistair]
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 3, 2017 5:26:34 GMT
Plato seemed to not be able to relax, even with the drink in his system to loosen him up! Alaistair listened to him, explaining how he'd been able to get control of the monster even more, but also displayed some damage done to his arm at a cost of it. The mood quickly took a damper for Alaistair and Vennel, to which the Konatsian realized. He excused himself outside, bowing in thanks to Alaistair before doing so. Vennel tried to give him some advice, but whether or not it had any effect was up to Plato at this point..! Alaistair sighed, knocking back the rest of his drink with Vennel. She asked about a room for the night, to which Alaistair replied, "Sure, I'll get you a room key. Let me check on that food first... Ever heard of hamburgers?"The Devil would run into the kitchen real quick, to check on them. His muffled, calm voice was incoherent from outside the metal swinging door. However, the female voice went from incoherent, to the door being kicked open and a pink, spiky haired girl walking, insultingly speaking with Alaistair smiling awkwardly behind, "-o make you and your two other guests some food when there was that human girl from earlier that Dorgia's still upset about and- OH AND THE THIRD IS MISSING?! Should I just take this basic as hell, but glorious as heaven cooking I just went through the pain of making from my sleep and toss them into the streets for the rats?!"Eres paused for a moment, putting one of the plates down in front of Vennel and the other two on the counter where Alaistair and Plato were. The cooked ground beef patty was stacked upon brioche bread and was topped with grilled onions, tomatoes, and arugula, with the top bun off for diced pickle on each plate, with a side of sauerkraut with slivers of carrot in a small plastic tin. The pink haired demon girl looked as though she'd been woken up just a few minutes ago! Tucked under her arm, she pulled out a bottle of Worcestershire sauce and greeted Vennel with a pleasant tone. "Thank you kindly for coming to the Cherry Valley Loft. I'm sure Alaistair's getting something plenty from you if he's waking up myself and Dorgia to help y'all out. Had the old man who picked up your armor look in good spirits," Eres questioned Vennel! From behind, Alaistair gave her a thumbs up, suggesting with his lips to lie to her about the money. ( Plato, your go! For Eres, and for the old gentleman that left you your new clothes and your took your old ones, including the armor. He looked like he was smiling, for your context, Vennel. )
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Post by Plato on Mar 9, 2017 2:54:04 GMT
(This brussed over my head i'm gonna exit and take powerlevel)
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