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[In a courtyard there are two Akuma duking it out against each other; one a Level 3 and the other a Level 2. Obviously the Level 3 is winning. Its strangely white coat of armor glinting innocently in the sun.
Up sitting on top of a pillar is a man. Certain distinct features may ping familiarity with some. Like that color hair or the jewel sitting in the middle of his forehead.
He pops open an orange soda and calls out to the Akuma.]
C'mon! Surely you have more fight in you than just that.
[ooc; notpapa 's Timothy. 39 years old and a General. B-points if you can get the name.]
Up sitting on top of a pillar is a man. Certain distinct features may ping familiarity with some. Like that color hair or the jewel sitting in the middle of his forehead.
He pops open an orange soda and calls out to the Akuma.]
C'mon! Surely you have more fight in you than just that.
[ooc; notpapa 's Timothy. 39 years old and a General. B-points if you can get the name.]