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"I was just interested in the webbed feet."
Then there was a click and a hiss of his mask, smoke puffing out the side like a thin fog. His body stood still, unaware totally of the situation. It was after she apologized he realized what happened. "Oh. You're Ok." Gideon smiled under his mask, his wavey brown hair bouncing slightly with a head nod. "Just don't actually slice me and we'll be square."
With the chainwhip in hand he dropped the cleaver-end to the stone floor, the loud clang arupting the silence of the corridor.

[color=8882be]'She's familiar.'[/color] Eredos the Shadow hissed playfully. Peculiar and unnatural- it made Gideon's heart skip.

"I'm Gideon." He kicked up the bottom of his shoe slightly, "I skinned the Brothens to make these boots, and I lived like a hermit for the past years of my life. I like dogs, and I like using them to go hunting." He paused, squinting. "I also very recently realized the benefits of not being sober." A small puff of smoke left the resperator. "What about you?" he spoke heavily. He seemed so nonchelante~ and direct.


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