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OOC: Tablet 'bout to die. Sorry.
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*Walks to the holodeck.* Computer, prepare for DNA replication. *Looks at the shadow.* I was able to get your DNA from the energy wave length. I'm going to try bgto create a body for you, temporarily.
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*He turns, the coat he's wearing shifting to show the pistol and retractable sword at his hip.* Xi: Doesn't matter. This place will most likely be scrap for the scavengers soon. *A group of black clothed men appear out of the crowd, heading for them.*
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I'm trying to figure out how to... hmmm *Stands.* Follow me, if you will. *Starts walking out.*
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I like pie. Can we all agree that pie is a safe topic?
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Hmm.... *Narrows his eyes at the shadow, then starts examining every little thing about it. Energy level, biological synch, wave length, phase frequency. It causes a slight tingling sensation everywhere, if the shadow can feel.*
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*Xi looks at her, eyes wide.* Xi: Sh*t. You have to go. Now. *He looks behind him, and fingering something on his waist.*
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Yup. *Crosses his arms, the ring on his finger evident.* Now... how to fix this...
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OOC: I can pops in. *Xi walks quickly by, trying to hide his face with the brim if his hat.*
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Terran Empire?
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Banned for addiction. Go see a psychologist.
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Uhm... was said accident at a certain planet being invaded by the Borg?
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Who? *Sits on the bed.*
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Who are you? *Puts knife away.*
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I say... I think you're an idiot. Maybe the Republic should follow the old Star Empire's example and shoot you crazy TRIBBLE into star stuff.
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Indeed. *Sends an image of the shadow along with the message.*
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Still trying to get the hang of it? *Sends this through the wavelength.*
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Okay, Peter Pan. Where the hell is physical you? *Looks at the shadow, in a light combat stance.*
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(F*ck!) Okay... this is starting to get creepy... *Starts trying to ,ove the fish tank out of the way.*
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*Tries using the blunt end of the knife to knock the thing free.* (It's Blaze, ain't it?)
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*Mutters something obscene and reaches out with his mahical sense, looking for anything.*
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Computer: Alistair Duhr has departed on leave. Transported to New York.
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... I am so paranoid... assassin instincts kicking in... *Pulls a knife out of his boot, and checks the fishtank.*
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Computer: Shadow Greymane is in Alistair Duhr's quarters. *** Hmm... *Goes in there and looks around.*
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*Goes over the room with a fine toothed magical comb. Metaphorically speaking.*
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*Opens up his senses, lookong around magically for anything living.*
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*Looks around.*
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*Checks the plushy for spyware.*
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*Frowns.* Coulda sworn there was something about you... *Walks over to the couch with it.*
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*Shakes it.*