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Kuntel: Krystal, I'm going to stay here with the kids, actually...
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*Kuntel looks around, then gets up and walks after her, stumbling and pulling on his pants.*
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Kuntel: Okay, cher... *He humphs and looks around.* Kuntel: You know, I wish I didn't know magic, because dreams like that wouldn't give me legitimate reasons to be scared...
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OOC: Aye, but do bedrooms? 'Cause that's where they are.
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OOC: Oh, come on Shadow. How's he supposed to know about a shuttle? And when did shuttles start getting names? Kuntel: Can you get to sleep, or do I need to go get a tricorder and a phaser?
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Kuntel: I swear to God, if we come along the Nostromo, I'm turning this sh*t around and we're seriously going to park it up right next to Earth and never moving.
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*Kuntel hangs his head.* Kuntel: Did you watch Alien and fall asleep?
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OOC: For Rattler.
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Velal: The day I'm President is the day I am Praetor Vornak... *He smiles.* Velal: Literally.
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Velal: You're right, I'd be P. *He smiles at her.*
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OOC: Kuntel: I dun goofed! *Jumps off wall.* Velal: Indeed. In fact, I could practically pay myself. *He blinks at her.* Velal, sarcastically: Remind me why I need you again?
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Velal: Remember, I decide whether or not the Republic gets taxes from my planet. OOC: Oh, well then... SH*T! By the way... Arthurian legend was Welsh, and probably when there was a time when he existed, the main race of England (Anglo-Saxon) wasn't predominant. So those people building London... are most likely not his…
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OOC: Who? Velal: You sucked. Me? I was hot sh*t. *He smiles at her, joking. There's also a bit of fear in his eyes.*
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Velal: You wanna take my job of trying to hold so many cultures and radical ideas together in one party and stop them from joing together and wrecking the Republic from within? OOC: I just want to mention, if we're bringing Merlin into the sh*t, he's mine! Mine I say!
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Kuntel: What kind of creatures? Can you describe them?
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*Velal smiles regretfully at Sam... and stares at her knowingly. He walks over, takes off his glasses, and sets them on the podium. He then looks among the reporters.* Velal: By decree of President Allington, we are at war. This race has never been encountered, and nothing is known about them, besides that they are either…
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Kuntel: You were having a nightmare. Do you remember any of it? *He tilts his head.*
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*Velal nods, as he stands somewhat behind and to the side of her.*
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*He sits up and wraps her in his arms.* Kuntel: What's wrong, 'Zilla? *He looks her in the eyes.*
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Kuntel: Krystal? Are you okay? *He tilts his head at her, now very worried.*
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Kuntel: Uhm, did you feel the need to change it up a bit, cher? *He smiles worriedly.*
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Kuntel: Cher? *He shakes her a little more strongly.*
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OOC: For Rattler.
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Velal: Yes, Madame President. *He smiles, then sobers up as they walk on stage.*
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Velal: Every Coalitionist planet has a personal army and fleet. Order me to order them to order their armed forces there.
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*Velal follows her, taking out some glasses and sticking them in his shirt, then starts roughing up his own appearance.*
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Velal: Indeed. If they see you're worried, and hear we're going for full mobilization, they'll know it's a genuine threat. *He nods at her, approving of the look.*
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Velal: Leave the jacket. And rough up your hair a bit. Make it look like you're worried.
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Velal: I'm only forty five. *He rolls his eyes.*
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Velal: I'm too old to be Brutus. Or too young... *He taps his chin.*