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Post by ramenigma on Jun 28, 2018 2:01:02 GMT
Residential District - No Name Park
....Ah. They're a good person. They're a nice person. They're a heroic person.
Because they'd look out for anyone no matter who.
So, therefore and then, they must be my enemy!
"Hehehe... Oh, I'll take your money. However, the truth is..."
I snatch their money and point at them.
"I have already been to that sandwich shop!"
A devilishly devious plan devoid of decency!
...Oh. Now I feel bad for taking their money, though. Maybe I should give it back...
"...Well, actually, I'm too proud to accept your help this early in so I don't need your money. Or your kindness."
I'll slip in another ten of my own to make up for the inconvenience.
"Here you go."
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jun 28, 2018 5:31:23 GMT
Commercial District - An alley I guess? - Sarah:
Ugh. I hated this chick the moment I saw her, but hearing her speak made sure my opinion of her was at, like, third from rock bottom. Give you three guesses as to who the other two slots are. Either way, when she started screeching at me, I didn't want to just stand there and take it. I scoffed at her.
"Tch. Nice boots, bimbo. Didn't think the strip club opened this early. Just keep walking, bitch. Never seen a broke girl eat before or what?" I spat with as much coldness as I could muster. Was it a bit much? In hindsight, maybe. But it was too late at that point. I was rustled.
...Huh? My dad? Oh. Right. I guess he's kind of the one you're here for, isn't he? Hang on, lemme just...
Residential District - Suburbs - Blake:
...Okay. There we go. Like I said, he was probably just wandering through the suburbs of Dust Springs. He had only just got here, after all. Hands jammed in his pockets, eyes locked forward, staying in the shade as much as possible, just being kind of a creep in general. No idea where he was actually headed, but I have my guesses. And knowing him, he wouldn't stop for anything.
So of course, when some Hispanic dude started harassing a pair of kids, he wouldn't give them a second glance. I guess the other guy finally got bored of lecturing to little kids, so he decided Dad looked like a real hoot for some reason and started walking up to him. But like I said, he wouldn't stop for anything. He sidestepped out of the way, but not completely. Dad wasn't bigger than a lot of people, grown men especially, so he had to establish whatever dominance he could. So as the two were passing, he stiffened his shoulder muscles and did that kinda casual ram-bump thing that people do to be pointlessly antagonistic. And he just kept walking afterward, not bothered by the whole thing, without saying a word.
What a jackass.
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Jun 28, 2018 7:34:13 GMT
Commercial District
Archer laughed - not a warm or jovial laugh, but a cold and bitter one.
"Rich, coming from a bitch who's fashion looks like it's from the 1930s."
Another scoffing laugh.
"You think that I would normally deal with pathetic lowlife scum like you, who has to eat festering worms and other shitty items to survive? Really? What a fucking moron."
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Post by melcaroni on Jun 28, 2018 21:24:03 GMT
Splash-O-Rama:
As Abby dipped her toe into the slide, the water flow suddenly cut off. She pouted as the lifeguard girl spoiled her fun. She figured she just needed to turn up the charm a bit more.
She turned to the girl, putting on her doe eyes. "Aw, can't you let me go this once? Trust me, I'm plenty good at keeping safe. I've come a long way just to be here..."
Commercial District Zebediah Roquefort Mall:
The Zebediah Roquefort Mall in the center of the Commercial District was the mecca of the town's shopping, standing tall and proud with hundreds of people swarming in and out of its many entrances. The Gunner took her time strolling in through one of these, people once again paying no mind to her hooded figure and rifle slung across her back. Stepping inside, the air became cool and pleasant, hundreds of people roaming around their voices becoming an ocean of sound, and Gunner could look upwards to see several more stories and shops up above.
It was incredible; well, for Gunner at least. It was not her country, nor her time, and she had to wonder-- Was home like this? Had her own country become this advanced and strange since the war? She wished she could see it... The place she'd fought for.
Regardless, she had a new war to fight. A new challenge ahead. It was time to navigate this unfamiliar world and find the weapons most suited to fight in it. She had her abilities, but she would be a fool not to use the newest weaponry. It had been many many years, after all...
A shop caught her eye-- Gunner turned her head to a strange shop where something was seemingly hovering around the inside of the shop. She came closer-- A small child was giggling as he held some sort of remote, controlling the floating object as it flew around. Nearby, a television screen was showing the mall itself, from the eye of the flying object. It moved, then turned towards the Gunner herself; she appeared on the screen, and for a moment, the people in the store saw her, and jolted with surprise. The boy in the shop quickly turned his head to where the Gunner had been standing, then back to the screen. The cloaked woman was gone.
As the customers blinked in surprise, murmuring among themselves, a woman in an old-looking jacket walked into the store, approaching one of the employees. She pointed to the floating thing.
"This thing. I would like one." She said, producing her wallet. "How much?"
The employee blinked, then turned to her. "Oh, for the camera drone? It's, ah... $799."
The Gunner flicked through her bills. "I'll take it."
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jun 30, 2018 1:50:03 GMT
Commercial District
Sitting in the front seats in a van in a parking lot behind one of the town's prestigious burger joints were a middle-aged man who appeared to have spent the day at a Renaissance fair, which wouldn't be for another two months, and someone who could easily be mistaken for his misunderstood granddaughter, or the ringleader of a gang of bank robbing mimes. In other words, Dilemma and Lancer were having a meal.
"So, my liege, what is this you have brought for me today?" Lancer turned the paper bag this way and that, looking under it, behind it, and all around it for whatever secrets it might be hiding.
"Uhh... It's a cheeseburger, dude. Like... bread, meat, cheese. There's probably other shit thrown in there too. Then you've got, like... French fries, I guess. It's potato stuff, except they fry it and cut it up. Probably some ketchup packets, which is tomato blood, and... I think I ordered you a Spite. Maybe they threw in a kid's toy or something, iunno." Dilemma shrugged.
"I see... Yes... Bread, meat, and cheese! Truly among the timeless staple foods of mankind! Enduring, never meeting their end, never expiring! Perhaps not quite that last one, but they shall never expire in the halls of time!" Lancer soliloquized, gesticulating about him as much as he could with his limited gesticulating room. "Who is this man, nay, this god who deigns to bless us with such gifts?"
"Uh... Fuckin'... Gimme a sec." Dilemma cranked open the van's window, then lowered her shades, squinting at the restaurant's sign. After about ten seconds, she shut it again, putting her shades back on. "Marquis of Meats, I guess." How she'd forgotten only five minutes later was anyone's guess.
"A nobleman, you say? A generous lord indeed, to bestow such wonders upon his citizens in such a manner! This marquis you speak of must be a hero without parallel! Worshipped in this land as a deity for his ability to create food for his people at no cost to them!" Lancer beamed, posing with the fast food as if it was the Holy Grail itself he'd already won.
"Well... not really? Like... I kind of paid for that. You saw me do it, too."
"...Hmm?! A cursed tyrant, then! One who employs the work of various knaves to limit the supply of his divine treasures only to those fellow burgesses what can pay tribute for his burgerses! We must make it our mission to teach this man the proper way to care for his people!" After violently shaking the bag more, he reached in and took a single fry, eating it in about twelve bites.
Dilemma sighed. "It's like that pretty much everywhere, man. It's called stores. You pay, and they give you shit. There's one of these in like, every town. It's not just one guy. I think."
"...Ah! A merchant marquis masterfully marketing miraculous meals meanderingly! Why didn't you inform me sooner, young miss? Ahahaha!" He cheerfully tore into the bag, spilling its contents all over his side of the van, before taking a small plastic unicorn from the mess. "A mighty steed with which to traverse this land! Truly, this man is capable of miracles!"
Dilemma, meanwhile, had chosen to drown out his noise by loudly slurping her drink, at the same time making that annoying noise with the straw and the lid. You know the one.
Location Unknown
"It appears this is the town we shall be calling home for the time being."
"Yes, and it's often said there's no place like it, hmm?"
"......"
"...Is something wrong?"
"I'm merely thinking of your situation in your lifetime."
"And why is that?"
"From what I know of it, it may prove to be our greatest advantage here."
"...I see. I believe I know precisely what that is of which you speak."
"Yes. I would be surprised if you didn't."
"All that is left is for the opportunity to knock, and we will rise victorious."
"Preparations will soon be complete. The damned will be cast to the pits of hell where they belong."
"...Ah, good morning! How can I help you today?"
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Post by gemellidreamer on Jun 30, 2018 15:37:13 GMT
Residential District - Unknown Park
The child(?) had returned the money to Wei... Well, no, that's not exactly what had happened. They had apparently decided to give Wei their own ten-dollar bill, in a sort of strange equivalent exchange. Whatever the case, Wei had clearly made a mistake, one that he felt a bit embarrassed by. Maybe Tpyo was just one of those types of people who had trouble gaining weight due to medical reasons. Thinking about it like that, he had been rather insensitive, but thankfully Tpyo had brushed it aside. Sort of. Their whole act still confused him, and it didn't seem like it was going to clear up any time soon. But really, this entire encounter was a series of misunderstandings that neither of them had fully realized.
Once again, Wei could loudly hear Berserker's voice resonating almost from within him, encouraging him to strike against Tpyo for the crime of basically refusing Wei's gift. It was getting harder and harder to pretend that all was normal to Tpyo, but thankfully, Wei managed. Still, this wasn't getting him anywhere. Should he end the conversation already? It wouldn't sit right with him, so he decided to say something else.
"You should really be more careful outside. Climbing that tree for no reason was pretty dangerous, and I just get this feeling that there's a lot of misfortune coming soon. Call it a gut feeling." Wei didn't exactly enjoy feeling like he might scare someone else, but he felt like his warning was necessary. He obviously had to be vague about what the 'misfortune' he was referring to was, but if there were any particularly cruel or chaotic Masters and Servants out there, he felt like many people could be in danger, particularly a person like Tpyo who seemed to already put themselves in danger for no reason. Hopefully, they would just take the hint...
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jul 2, 2018 10:47:10 GMT
Commercial District - Damn alleyway - Sarah:
See? What'd I tell you? That chick was a freaking psycho. I was actually starting to lose my temper with her now. I stared down at my own clothes just to get an idea of what she was talking about. She was probably talking about my hoodie. That doesn't tend to give off the best first impressions. My pants weren't in the best condition either, and I couldn't remember the last time any of my clothes were washed. That hardly mattered, though. There was a bitch still talking to me, trying to prove herself better than me or something. I clenched my teeth and answered her without missing a beat.
"Well, obviously you do, 'cause it's taking you an awful long damn time to leave! What's the holdup? Like what you see or something? Take a damn picture! It'll last longer!"
Residential District - Suburbs - Blake:
Wait... I think I messed up. That ghost thing doesn't work like that, does it? Well JEEZ! Don't look at me! I'm SO SORRY I can't be your perfect little reliable narrator all the damn time! We all make mistakes, okay?! I'm trying my best here! Assholes! Ugh, okay. Where was I? Right. Father Dearest. So, he couldn't shoulder check the guy. Maybe he did some like, magic detection incantation bullcrap? Like, really quietly. Maybe at a mumble. Does that sound right? That sounds right.
So he must've detected some sort of magic presence or something, so then... he probably did stop moving for a minute or two. He stared right at where that magic presence was. And uh... speaking from experience right this moment, my dad has a hell of a glare. Makes me wonder how scary he'd be if he didn't insist on having that stupid emo flap. Anyways, he stared at the presence and softly so he wouldn't be heard, but firmly so it was clear he wasn't messing around, commanded it:
"Reveal yourself."
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Post by ramenigma on Jul 3, 2018 1:42:44 GMT
Residential District - Anonymous;Park
"Kuhehehe... Misfortune, huh?" I can't help but chuckle. What an ominous statement. But, unfortunately for you. "Perhaps the misfortune is closer than you think."
How ominous! What foreshadowing! I think the Tpyo looking in from behind the screen will be very proud and pleased!
...Huh? Is there a Tpyo looking in? Isn't that just me?
Oh. I forget. Better not think about it, that always hurts my head.
Still, this sort of line tends to come from a sage character who ends up befriending the main hero. Which presumably means that they aren't the protagonist. They're kind and nice, though. They would offer money to someone they just met, which is something only good people do I think. Main character material. So if they're at that level but they're NOT the protagonist, they must be the wise friend who inspires the protagonist.
"Oh. Maybe I completely misjudged them." I mumble.
Because if that's the case, then they'll need to die in front of the hero to make the journey impactful and meaningful. Correction, I'll have to kill them in front of the hero to make both of their arcs meaningful and sad! Oh, I don't want to do that! I mean, I do and I have to, but that's just too sad!
I can't help it! I begin crying. My vision becomes blurry with tears as I look up to this nice and good person who I will have to kill at some point.
"Ah... I'm sorry. But you wouldn't happen to know anyone tough, witty, with a penchant for extreme violence without thought for the consequences, and a heart of gold, do you? Or someone cold, collected and apathetic but also with a heart of gold? Or a completely generic and boring person who just so happens to be very skilled and capable of basic niceness who also ostensibly has a heart of gold?"
I manage to sputter out my questions between blubbering.
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Jul 6, 2018 19:20:50 GMT
Splash-O-Rama The one-armed girl's response frustrates Sofia. She pushes up her sunglasses and dips her head sorrowfully. "Jim Jimson, 1943: Fell of water slide and broke neck. Starla Shine, 1955: stuck in water slide and drowned. Marcus Spielberg, 1988: couldn't swim and drown. Each of these victims had one arm, there is a reason there are rules." Sofia takes her sunglasses off, and peers deep into Abbey's soul. "Now don't make me call security." Residential District Reveal yourself!? What a bold command coming from such a loser. Of course this is not what Saber truly though and are only the thoughts of a far superior narrator who does not need to try to hard... Oh who am I kidding, I am terrible! Look at this pathetic attempt to pull the same bullshit padding the other narrator has been filling their posts with. So what if the response from Saber is only about a few sentences long? Have you considered that the narrator is just feeling off his game? Perhaps there is a lot going on in his life and he just wants to respond so the role-play does not wait for him!? Ah who am I kidding, this is garbage. I will stop... Meanwhile, Saber crosses the street and gets uncomfortably close to Blake. "I apologize, but that is one demand I cannot meet. While I would love to show off my beautiful form, I am under strict orders. Something about causing some sort of uproar because I look like a well-known dead person... That's enough about me, tell me about yourself and this interesting style you garb yourself in!
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Post by melcaroni on Jul 7, 2018 3:52:44 GMT
Splash-O-Rama:
Abby's teeth clenched tight as the lifeguard spoke sternly. So much for charm. What, do I need a goddamn doctor's note to go down a fuckin' slide? After that hellhole I was stationed in? I think I can handle the goddamn kiddie pool.
She stopped herself. No, it was time to have a good time here for now. The time for rage would be later.
"Ugh, fine. Way to ruin a girl's day out." She said, giving a one-armed shrug. "But just so you know, this is homophobia, and also. Disrespecting the troops."
With that, she turned and headed back down the stairs, but not before flipping the bird over her shoulder with her hand, her crimson command seals on the back of her hand clearly visible.
That was a dud. Lazy river it is, then, she thought bitterly, clutching her stump.
Hopefully, that Gunner is doing better on her end.
Zebediah Roquefort Mall:
As Gunner walked out of the mall with an array of bags slung over her arms, she'd now come to a problem; the considerable budget that her Master had given to her was very nearly completely gone.
She had guns, ammo, a drone, and something called a "Meat Festival Bowl" from an odd looking restaurant that Abby had sworn was the best thing America had ever created, but still wasn't quite satisfied. She had enough arms to start a rather large riot, but against the supernatural Servants of the Grail war, she needed something with more... "oomph". Something that wasn't exactly sold anywhere legal.
But for now, the things she had would do. With a flick of her wrist, her cloak wrapped around her, and she banished her purchases into the confines of her shroud, where they seemingly vanished. Now that she'd gotten her hands on some weapons, it was time to get her hands on some information.
And it seemed that the best place to start would be...
Residential District Dust Springs Church: Gunner approached the Church cautiously, cloak pulled tight around her form, obscuring every possible identifying feature. She hid her rifle so as not to signal hostility, but under her cloak, kept a holstered 9mm pistol at the ready just in case. She was ready.
Her cloak began to suddenly fade, her along with it, until her form was transparent, and then, a mere ripple of light over the ground. Her form fully hidden, she began heading towards the Church.
Waiting carefully, she found a priest outside, smoking, before he turned to re-enter the cathedral. Following him closely, Gunner slipped in behind him, unnoticed, and stood in the grand hall, scanning for any possible enemies. When she was sure that no enemies were around, she quietly stood up, her body becoming visible again, but still wrapping around her, hiding her face.
It was time to get some answers.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Jul 7, 2018 16:17:48 GMT
Residential District - Wei's Bizarre Adventures: Nameless Park
Wei gave the question he had been asked far more thought than it perhaps deserved, as he only realized how strange it was after a few seconds. Tpyo had worded their questions in such a confident way that he felt like he had to roll with them, but then he realized that made absolutely no sense. Out of all of his descriptions, Berserker almost fit one of them... Except he wasn't the type to give witty one-liners. At all. In fact, if anyone tried to deliver a one-liner to Berserker, Wei imagined that he would take the chance to slash their head off. He tried to take his thoughts away from the violent imagery that he had suddenly conjured up for himself, and that Berserker only continued to encourage. ... Come to think of it, while he could be surprisingly jovial at times, Wei had some doubts about the heart of gold part too.
Listen! This enemy is clearly trying to find other Masters! Finish them off now! Destroy them and any hidden opponents will flee in terror, letting us easily cut them down! Then take their riches for your own conquest!
Berserker kept trying to get Wei's attention this way, and he was starting to get far more detailed in what he wanted to do. It was actually somewhat disturbing how Berserker seemed fairly articulate for a member of his class, but only when he was describing horrific scenes of violence. Of course, Wei did his best to shrug it off, completely unaware that Berserker had accidentally stumbled onto the truth that Tpyo actually was another Master. Though even if Wei did know, it was doubtful he'd follow Berserker's advice, for many reasons.
"I'm afraid I don't know anyone like that... Why do you ask? Are you trying to find some long-lost acquaintances or something?"
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Post by ramenigma on Jul 8, 2018 1:32:22 GMT
Past Day. Past Time.
Rip and sew. Rip and sew. Rip and sew.
The fragile doll was patched up so it could fight. The unbroken bird's wings were fixed so it could kill. The child was chosen so they could be
Present - The Park With No Name
"Tch." I click my tongue and mutter beneath my breath. "So, we're not at that point in the story yet."
Whatever. Who cares. That just means this scene is all foreshadowing. It's not poor prose for the protagonists pre-partner to be approached by the antagonist first. In fact, we could even say that adds a spark of mystery. And I am nothing if not mysterious. That's the right of the villain, hehehe...
"That's fine. You haven't met them yet." I nod and sympathetically but not pathetically pat the mans... elbow. Softly, and taking care not to actually contact it. He's too tall for the shoulder. "...Or, that is to say, it's still too early. Or, more like, no-one's met them yet except maybe some close friends or something. Ah, I wonder what they'll be like~ I wonder, I wonder, I wonder... I bet they'll be nice and kind but with such a strong sense of justice that they won't hesitate to run a sword right through my stomach if that's what it takes but they'll cry as they do it and we'll play my theme, but sadder, over it... Um, sorry, that was a bit strange. I didn't mean to say that. Sorry. But... But, anyway! When you do, you'll know so make sure to contact me by shining a symbol for me in the sky or something. Yeah."
I pause and awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot.
"Oh. Right. What's your name by the way? Mine's Tpyo. You know, like the mistake."
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Jul 9, 2018 7:27:48 GMT
Commercial District
Archer laughed, once again - but this time, it seemed to be genuine laughter, rather than the cold bitter laughter from before.
"You... You are a fucking riot, aren't you." she said, holding back a chuckle.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Jul 10, 2018 1:19:59 GMT
Residential District - Parks Unknown
Wei looked at Tpyo incredulously. He seemed confused throughout most of what Tpyo said, but his expression really shifted once Tpyo made their plan known for how Wei should contact Tpyo. "Wait, why can't we just do this normally and contact each other through a text message or an email? Even if you don't have a phone, I'm sure a public library would let you access your email..."
But Wei's objections were quickly silenced once he thought about Tpyo's next question. His name. ... Well, there was no real reason to lie about it. Even assuming Berserker's conspiracy theories held any water, his own name was unlikely to be traced back to magi. Yes, if Tpyo searched for information about Wei, they'd likely just find out about his job as a seamster and not much else... Hopefully.
"Oh, did I not mention my name before? I should have done that earlier. Wei Jenson. Just call me Wei. That's, um... An unusual name... Maybe it's more common elsewhere... Dust Springs is a small place, so it's odd that I haven't heard it before, but I guess it'd be stranger if I knew everyone here..." Wei halfheartedly added the last part in himself. He had an entirely different idea about why Tpyo was called that. Two guesses, actually. One was innocuous enough and involved Tpyo playing some kind of character. The other idea... Involved a very unfavorable impression of Tpyo's parents, or whoever named them.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jul 11, 2018 9:42:15 GMT
Commercial District - Alleyway - Sarah:
And after that, she still didn't leave! You'd think she'd be able to take a damn hint! Instead, she just... laughed. Again. But like, different this time. I guess this time, she found it actually funny? Like, maybe in a nice way? I hoped not. I hate those kinds of people. You know the kind, right? The kind of people who have mood swings like a dog wags its tail? That kind. The whole "third from the bottom on my list of people" thing was already a sorta-maybe kinda shtick, but this cemented it. Even worse, I had no idea how to make this chick take me seriously! Seemed like she was doing everything in her power to piss me off, and all I wanted was for her to leave me the hell alone.
I figured maybe I wasn't being clear enough.
Apparently, I had forgotten I was already holding a perfectly good projectile, because I started scanning the ground for the first vaguely-throwable thing I could find. And what did you know, there was an empty alcohol bottle right there on the ground. Glass too. I picked it up and started again.
"Is everything a damn joke to you, lady?! I'm just trying to get by here! I didn't ask for your stupid opinions on me! I didn't ask for your attitude on your lifestyle! And I CERTAINLY didn't ask for you to saunter on up and start wailing at me like a damn banshee in the first place! If you really don't have anything better to do than pester people like me, then get a life! And hurry the hell up, so I can GET BACK TO MINE!" I smashed the glass bottle on a nearby wall, and a little more than half of it shattered and hit the ground. I chucked what was left intact at the dumb bitch as hard as I could. Dunno why I smashed it first. I guess I was hoping the jagged part would hit her.
Part of me still wonders if it would've been better to just throw my chili dog at her. Might've messed up her stupid coat. That would've been something I'd have loved to see.
Residential District - Suburbs - Blake:
I guess it doesn't really matter how close that presence got to my Dad. If it's doing the ghost thing, he could pass right through it. No matter how close it got, Dad kept staring it down with that glare of his. Jeez, it's like he sees right through you! It's so creepy! Ugh. Okay. Where was I? Right! Uh, so I guess he was asked about himself or something? He stared forward for a couple of seconds, probably thinking he's building up some tension or something dramatic like that, when he's just being an ass.
"...I have nothing to tell. I am merely a... family man..." Dirty liar. "It is none of your concern. I am here only because my destiny decided it to be so. And it is a destiny you should hope... does not involve you..." After that, he just kept plodding on, passing through the ghost guy like nothing.
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