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[sworn_swords]

[his communication line opens just as he's scuffing one of the heels of his boots across the dirt, and slamming something metal-most likely his sword-into wood. His voice is somewhere between not caring and being slightly annoyed, because now, this is really fucking inconvenient at best. What is he supposed to do now? Mingle?]-I hope you're going

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[starlining]

pay?

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[sworn_swords]

Yeah. For the damage.

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[starlining]

nill wonders how many zeros that will be . . .

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[sworn_swords]

Probably way more than you'll ever see in your bank account, kid.

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[artificialdevil]

It looks like they need help cleaning up, Dante. What are you going to do?

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[sworn_swords]

What kind of cleaning up?

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[artificialdevil]

Restoring the city. Or at least keeping the rest of it from being destroyed.

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[sworn_swords]

I'll stay here, but if you need me. you know where to find me.

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[guntoting]

People never pay.

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[sworn_swords]

...Isn't that just the way of the world.

-Looks like you survived the mini apocalypse, after all.

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[guntoting]

For once someone else said it, not me.

I always survive. What do I look like, a weak little girl?

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[sworn_swords]

Not at all. It's just a new concept to see someone around here with some brains.