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Post by RavenSkies on Nov 28, 2016 18:10:51 GMT -5
Atlas glared at the stranger, his body low. He wore a large black hoodie and, similar to Ki-ki, had streaky purple hair that fell around his head, half covered by a back-turned army-print cap. His jeans were ripped and his face was blotched with dirt and small escape scratches. On his back was a small leather sack filled with supplies that would keep the two safe.
(I'll rp the stranger for the time being unless someone else claims them)
Tia struggled against her grip, pulling and tugging to attempt an escape. "Let me go!" she attempted to scream, thrashing around like a half-dead bird, unaware of the danger she was in.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 18:30:45 GMT -5
"You ignorant little brat, shut up or i'll make you," Came a low, threatening growl from Ki-Ki, her other hand holding a knife pointed directly at Tia's throat. "Those are flesh-eaters out there, and since you came from non-infected areas, you don't have the Anti-Walker chip. So shut up, or i'll throw your dead body out the window for the walkers!"
Her head snapped up as the door suddenly heaved, the bed creaking. She looked over at Atlas, her eyes hard and cold after a year of fighting non-stop for life. "Out the fire escape, then toss a match. Blaze the room," She said coldly, not bothering to lower her voice anymore. "C'mon, princess," She snarled at Tia, giving a huge shove towards the window. She kicked it open - the frame flew off, and she forced Tia onto the fire escape stairs. "Atlas, lets go. It wont be long before the fresher Walkers figure out where we went."
She dug around in her black cargos pant top pocket and tossed a box of matches at him. Their usual escape - burn the gas, run as the Walkers burn, find another place with lots of rooms to take cover in. She turned her vicious green eyes back to Tia. "Go." She said bluntly, harshly, guesturing towards the downwards stairs with her knife still in her hand.
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Post by RavenSkies on Nov 29, 2016 11:01:51 GMT -5
(Sorry I fell asleep)
Tia grunted, walking down the stairs with a blunt expression. She slumped out of the exit, leaning on the wall.
Atlas waited for the two to get out of the house before striking the match and throwing it at the door, immediately setting it alight as he ran down the stairs, meeting up with them again. He made sure the entire room was on fire before looking back to Ki-ki. "I remember seeing a complex just over there," he muttered, gesturing to a large building far in the distance. "Its a bit of a stretch but we can make it."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 11:38:48 GMT -5
"Maybe we can wire a car, send it down the road to distract the walkers," Ki-Ki replied in her hard tone, grabbing Tias arm and jerking her out of the sunlight with a sharp glance, not quite a glare. "Be right back," she said coldly, lookiver back over at her friend with a much friendlier glance. "Keep her out of the sunlight, she doesnt know how to keep low yet. Amateur," she muttered under her breath, dashing out into the street and ducking into a car easily through the broken window. She unlocked the door from the inside, and threw the vehicle into neutral. She popped open the door, closed it as quietly as she could, and shoved it forwards.
She jerked a flare from one of several pockets, snapping it to create a loud, wailing noise. She tossed it into the car as it rolled downhill, the rusted wheel keeping it straight. Ki-Ki dashed back to the pair, pushing them against the wall and joining them in the shadows as walkers chased down the wailing car, easily distracted by the noise. After a moment, when the car easily sailed several hundred yards away, the purple-haired girl snagged Tias wrist again. "I hope you work out, noob," She said, nodded at Atlas to lead them, and then followed him in a sprint, dragging Tia with them.
Once they reached the complex, even Ki-Ki was a bit winded. Walkers had spotted them from a distance, and were chasing them down. Not many, but they always multiplied. She shoved the girl into Atlas roughly and withdrew her handgun from one of two holsters across her hips. "Get her to the second floor to the top, i'll meet you there. Lock the door, pour some gasoline. When i'm there, i'll knock two times fast, two times slow. Get going!" She took aim and fired - one of four walkers fell to the ground. The shot was silent, excepto for a short hiss.
(No worries!)
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Post by RavenSkies on Nov 29, 2016 12:45:13 GMT -5
Atlas grabbed Tia by the arm and shoved her forwards, forcing her into the complex. He dragged her up the stairs, swinging the door open. "Get in, quick" he hissed into her ear, before shutting the door firmly and locking it. He then grabbed the water bottle of gasoline, pouring some onto the peeling wood. He then waited for the knock, keeping a firm hold on the door.
Tia sat on a chair in the corner of the room, watching zombies continue to look for the wailing car, her eyes dull. She had given up on complaining.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 13:25:17 GMT -5
Atlas's walked-talkie suddenly sparked to life in the bag, and Ki-Ki voice came out, quiet but sharp. "Atlas, somethings wrong. These walkers know things. They have thoughts. We need to leave the country before the virus spreads to them all. I took these out, and we should be safe for the night. I'm on my way." The piece of tech buzzed off, and soon enough, the pattern of knocks came at the door. Ki-Ki limped in, holding her arm and grimacing. She cursed and closed the door, bolting every lock there was - and these days, that was a LOT.
"They can talk," Ki-Ki griten out, lowering herself into a chair and pulling up her cargo pants leg, showing a huge gash in her strong calf. She hissed in pain as she did so, another wound on her shoulder. She stripped off her jacket, showing a black tank top and a shallow bullet wound on the outside of her shoulder. Her blood was paler than an average humans - the chip had altered their DNA, making sure the walkers couldnt smell them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 13:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 14:01:08 GMT -5
(Absolutely! :) )
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Post by RavenSkies on Nov 29, 2016 14:05:01 GMT -5
Atlas kneeled down, immediately grabbing the first aid kit from his bag. "If the zombies are getting smart they'll soon know how to pick locks," he muttered, wiping the blood off of the bullet wound, working around it while trying not to provoke any more pain. "Take it easy next time, we don't know exactly what they've got planned next,"
Tia was still watching out the window, as zombies began to stack objects near the edge of the complex, as if to make a ladder. She shuddered as one looked directly at her, their pale, glazed eyes staring into hers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 14:05:33 GMT -5
Okay thanks! :} ) Daryl walked in the fields raising an eyebrow when he heard a rustle down on the floor. Grabbing his crossbow that was was on his shoulder he was carrying, Daryl aimed at the zombie shooting it's forehead with his arrow making a horrible sound and the zombie died. Daryl placed his boot on the zombie's head and pulled the arrow out of it's forehead. Daryl started walking towards the city and into a building where he left his old motorcycle inside. Dashing to get there quickly, he thought about Merle, his dead brother. He shook his head and continued running to his motorcycle he left at. The adult man finally reached there and turned on his motorcycle and started driving it slowly, so he didn't grab any zombie's attention with the Louis rumbling noise of his vehicle. Daryl out on his sunglasses acting like the world didn't end this way. His hair was hit by the breeze while he drove.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:00:31 GMT -5
Daryl---
A net suddenly shot from the window of a building, encasing Daryl and knocking him off his bike. The force of the net threw him against the wall of the closest building, but not hard enough to injure. There was a curse, and a glint of light from the window. Soon enough, a young lady was streaking across the deserted street, her ice-blue-pastel hair tied back in a wrecked ponytail. Clearly, she had the anti-walker implant too, but her pale face seemed to be carved from stone. "You bloody idiot, you're asking for trouble!" She spat in a livid whisper, English accent thick on her tongue. She jerked a knife form her belt and sliced through the netting speedily, grabbing Daryls arm and hauling him to his feet with shocking strength. "The walkers will know you're human, you imbecile!" She grabbed his wrist and bolted for the building, dragging him in with her and shutting the front, locking at least a dozen deadbolts, and putting the three iron bars back over the door, supported by steel hoops in the wall. The window was painted a thick black, reeking of tar to cover any human scents. She dropped his wrist and pointed a dagger at his throat, pink lips pulled into a furious scowl. "My name is Temma. You will be silent." She grabbed his arm again and dragged him up stairs, closing every door behind her with deadbolts and more iron bars.
Raven-----
Ki-Ki hissed in pain, but allowed her friend to take care of her wounds. The bullet was soon free from her flesh, and she seemed to relax slightly. "You know as much as i do that we can't take it easy anymore," her voice was calm, a bit husky. "We need to get to the harbor - take a house boat. All Walkers hate the water. Hey, what's going on?" Ki-Ki asked Tia, seeing how the girl had shuddered. Realization downed on her and she drew another handgun from another holster. "Kid," she snapped, getting Tias attention. "Load. Safety. Aim. Fire." She demonstrated each action before handing Tia the hand gun. "You gotta splat their brains, or they'll come back. Aim at the bottom of the pile- keep them collapsing. Atlas, it's fine - i'm fine. We have to go, fast. I'll wire a car, but we have got to get to the decks."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:13:53 GMT -5
Daryl crashed against the wall hitting his back and he heard his motorcycle tumble to the ground loud. Hearing a lady's voice, Daryl thought this was trouble already. He stayed quiet and was freed at last from the net. "Hey, what about my motorcycle Temma?", asked Daryl as he let the female lead him somewhere unknown to him. He frowned and said," Name is Daryl Dixon by the way Temma and nice way of saying hi." His sunglasses were surprisingly still on. Daryl glared at her and he reached for his red bandana and covered it over his mouth that made him look like a gangster. His other hand was in his pocket almost reaching in for hispocket knife just in case this Temma seemed dangerous to him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:26:30 GMT -5
"It's Temma, with a 'T'," The young woman snapped coldly, her shockingly blue eyes narrowed in anger as she glared at him. "Nevermind your bike, it has human written all over it. Look here, buddy," She pratically whipped her words at him with enough frost to freeze over hell itself, "In case you havent noticed, the Walkers are starting to think for themselves. They've learned to pick locks by now, and they can communicate, form plans. You're new to this area, if you wanna keep your heart in your chest and your meat on your bones, I suggest you shut your mouth and listen to mine." She whipped her back to the man, stalking across the room and sticking a match, lighting a few candles and folding a large mirror around them, illuminating the room with a cold light. Surrounding them was a huge shop - complete with a forge and tool-making supplies. A half-built engine was on a sturdy table on the far side.
Temma whirled back to Daryl, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him across the room roughly. Her hand had smudges of grease and oil stains, making it clear that this was her shop. She wore a pair of jeans, tattered and ripped up from abuse, and a black tank top under her leather jacket, torn in a few places. A silver chain was hooked around her neck. She opened another door and switched on a single, dull light bulb. The walls were lined with multiple weapons - from a hand-built machine gun to bows and arrows, to nets and launchers. "Get what you need," Temma gruffed harshly, spinning away and storming towards the engine in progress.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:33:39 GMT -5
"Alright 'Temma'.", grunted Daryl as his hand formed in a shape of a fist full of anger that he left his motorcycle out there never to be seen again. Daryl noticed her greasy and ditty hands and said,"Worker? Cause I like harding working women." Daryl Dixon smiled and scavaged what to take and which not to. "I suggest you don't take the loudest one cause that attracts them I believe, but hey who cares.", mumbled the adult to Temma. Daryl grabbed the nice new crossbow hanging in the wall, "I chose this baby, but I could use my ol' crossbow.", Daryl said to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 19:50:20 GMT -5
Temma snorted at the comment of how he liked his women. "I couldnt care less how you liked your women - but for the record, I'm an inventor and a mechanic. I know what not to use, I keep the machine guns as a pride symbol. I built it when i was seventeen." She stepped unto a block of solid metal to grab a wrench from the wall, her leather jacket resting on the floor fifteen feet away or so. Her tank to was tattered along the back, showing several long, deep white scars. She grabbed a few bolts and washers, lining them up before twisting them into place carefully, blowing some hair from her face. "Oi, lad, make yourself useful once you've stocked your arrows - tend the forge, yeah?" She called over her shoulder, kicking a fire prodder towards the forge. She swiped the hair from her face, leaving behind a grease streak on her cheek as she huffed, using her body weight to jerk the last bolt into place.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 16:34:41 GMT -5
color="544724"] Daryl rolled his pale green eyes at Temma and said," Alright, machine guns eh? I use snipers better actually for long range distance Tessa." The adult grabbed all the arrows there was and the new crossbow his attention span focused on. "How old are you Tessa? You are very good at inventing and fixing metal works you know.", asked Daryl as he watched her through his sunglasses. Though, the man thought about his bike left behind. He looked at the wall again and grabbed a sniper or two, so he could shoot from long distance.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 16:44:10 GMT -5
"Machine guns for the crowds," was what Temma replied with, her voice strained a bit as she pried a piece of metal into position, using a low-heat torch to soften just a touch. "Snipers for the individual distance," she huffed and turned the torch off, finally getting the piece to fit in perfect. "Hand guns for the close-range. As for my age, mate," She paused for a moment, wiping her hands on an oily cloth, "Nineteen, I think. Maybe twenty, not sure. You lose track of time when your on your own for five years, aye," she said, her voice still blunt and irritated but less cold and withering as before as she took some anti-rust, pouring it onto a cloth and scrubbing down the interior part of the massive engine. "As your your bike, mate - the Walkers won't bother it. They may be smart, but engines frighten them. Unless it's carrying a meal," she added under her breath, using a foot to pull a back-wheeler from under the steel table. She laid down on it, grabbing a few more tools and vanishing under, her knees bent. "Your bike will still be there by the time we leave. Stoke the forge and grab a sheet of iron, yeah?" She asked, her tone a bit more of an order.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 12:12:20 GMT -5
"Well I am twenty-one actually Tessa, and man, you create great weapons after all them zombies are smarty pants now.", joked Daryl as he frowned when she reminded him about his motorcycle that she reminded him about it. "Yes I does have an engine, so I doubt they'll get near it.", replied Daryl as he put his crossbow on his shoulder sighing. Nodding, Daryl grabbed a sheet of an iron and said,"Here ya go.".
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:00:38 GMT -5
"Excellent - now go toss it in the forge, aye? I'll need the molten iron." Temma grunted as she jerked a few more pieces apart, rolling out from under the table with an irritated look, holding a handful of dreadfully rusted bolts. "Chop chop - I need this engine done within a few weeks now. My rations will only support us for three weeks." Tossing the rusted bolts into a bucket with the other like them, she rose to her feet and paced towards Daryl. Passing him, her shoulder grazing against his, she grabbed a thick steal rope above her head and leaned back, using her weight to pry open the mouth of a roaring forge. With a practiced ease, she balanced a huge chunk of fuel onto her boot and kicked it into the flames, letting the mouth close before the sound of rapid heat-build could sound too loudly. Taking the iron sheet, easily half the size of her body, she flicked open a wide slot and pushed it in, closing it afterwards. Muscular arms flexing, Temma pulled another chord from the ceiling - a small hatch opened at the base, and molten iron seeped into a mold waiting. After a moment, Temma closed the hatch and grabbed some pliers, lifting the mold and dropping it into a barrel of water - unclean an de not fir for drinking, but perfect for solidifying parts. Temma then leaned her back against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the ground, her eyes closed as she felt the weariness creep up on her. After a moment, she opened her eyes again, at Daryl with a scrutinizing gaze. "So, mate, where you from? Everyone here under thirty got the anti-walker chip at birth - you obviously didn't, aye."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:08:11 GMT -5
Daryl watched her go to work and did was he was ordered to do from Temma. Putting it into the forge, he waited for a while until he pulled it out quickly. Daryl gave the metal piece to her as he thought about that question. "I am from the south of Georgia actually.", informed Daryl as his eyes watched the female putting hard work into her job of making this cool object.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:16:18 GMT -5
Temma gave a low whistle, her eyebrows raising. "I got myself a Georgia peach," she said whimsically, taking the piece from Daryle. She pulled to her feet, walked over the anothe table - tiny curls of scrap metal, dust, files, and many other tools were strewn across it, yet Temma plucked out a large file without problem, sitting on a battered roller chair. She kicked the other chair out, motioning for Daryl to sit. Starting to file down any irregularities on the hand made auto part, she immediately saw she didn't have enough light to continue. Flipping a switch on the table, a dim lightbulb glowed to life, throwing light over her work station as she began to file again. "Sit down- you need to know what you got yourself into, mate."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:25:55 GMT -5
Daryl said, " Sounds great, I heard it was nice over in that area. " He smiled and sat down on the chair that Tessa kicked out and said," I know what I gotten myself into. I am in the zombie apocalypse with my brother and whole family dead." He frowned at the memory of putting his brother down, but gotten over it after a while.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:38:02 GMT -5
"Nope," Temma said, popping the P with a pause of her filing. "You're in an apocalypse, with your family dead, and Zombies now have near-human minds and speed." Temma then grew serious, setting down her file and leaning towards the man, eyes sharp with survival instinct. "Contamination won't show itself if you're bitten by these Walkers, mate. It'll just take you over and bam, you're eating your friend as dinner. The only reason Walkers arent raiding this building is because of the Walker-blood splattered around the entire building, masking every scent - even yours." She leaned back, picking up the part and the file. "Daytime is safest, obviously - even if they see us easily. These arent Walkers, really. These are cannibals come back to life, with thoughts and ideas. That's what the engine is for - to power my boat, escape to Home Base Armada - a thousand ships with other people, surviving." She set down the file, picking up a cloth and covered the lid of a jar with it, flipping it upside down briefly. Sticky grease tainted the cloth, which she oiled down the part with. "Stick with me. You'll be fine. Go out on your own - dead. Got it, mate?" She rose a brow at the man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:42:26 GMT -5
Daryl frowned when she told the serious part and instead crossed his hands and sighed shaking his head. "I know, I agree, but surely I would want to survive, so I listen to the smart person named Tessa.", said Daryl as his narrowed pale green eyes looked at her through his sunglasses. Thought through the sunglasses, Tessa seemed different and he listened to her thick accent which he liked. He always enjoyed listening to british accents, if she was British, this accent fit her well.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:48:38 GMT -5
Tessa smirked at his responce, rising from her chair and walking towards the half-built engine. She slid the piece into place, rotating it slightly - it clicked into place perfectly, as she knew it would. "Keep that in mind, mate. It'll do you good, aye," Her accent shifted slightly, the last word a rolling scottish droll. "If you're hungry or thirsty, there's supplies in the other room. Feel free to anything, but don't touch the black bottle - it's gasoline, in case I need extra scent-coverage." With a push, Temma plonked in another large part of the engine - the battery. She started hooking all the wires together, twisting together bared ends with practiced ease.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 16:58:28 GMT -5
Daryl smiled and said,"Alright thanks Tessa. Where are your family from?" He went to where Tessa had noted to him about food and drinks. Daryl was happy he was going to finally have a supply of clean water and edible food rather than eating squirrels, possums, and deer. Daryl grabbed a banana, an apple, and a bottle of water. He came back and sta down on the chair waiting for Tessa to reply.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 17:08:09 GMT -5
"Family?" She paused her work, thinking about how to answer that. "My mother was from Scotland, my father from Britain. They traded me for a life-time supply of crank and dope," She paused her talking for a moment, concentrating on twisting two delicate wires together. "I ditched the foster system when I was twelve - joined a small group of older kids who taught me how to build things. They were killed later, when I was fourteen. Been on my own ever since," She said all this in a casual voice, strained from physical strain as she pried a piece of unneeded wire front the engine.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 17:12:33 GMT -5
"Oh well my family was a bit disturbing. My mother had an acholic problem since she was depressed and she succeed suciciding when Merle and I were young. Our father was abusive and neglecting us, so I looked up to my older brother Merle, though he was mostly away since he was serving his time in juvie. I once went lost for nine days in the woods and my father didn't notice my absence. When I found my way back, I just made myself a sandwich and he didn't question anything. Our dad later died because of drug overdose and Merle turned to become a drug dealer. I didn't, I just stocked to hunting, tracking, and exploring these woods. So Merle was in the military, so he was an experienced fighter, not afraid to kill.", explained Daryl remembering his father. "My father gave me scars on my back and I still have it now.", whispered the adult quietly to Tessa.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 17:24:19 GMT -5
Tessa listened silently, still stringing wires around each other. When he stopped talking, she paused her work, suddenly reaching behind her and simply stripping off ehr tank top, leaving her in a black sports bra. Her entire back was a mass of grotesque, raised white scar tissue. "I get it," Was all she said before getting back to work, tank-top forgotten on the ground. It was easier to move without it anyways. She growled impatiently, ripping a hair tie from her hair. The pale blue strands tumbled down, hitting just under her shoulders before she pulled it back up into a stronger hold. "Y'Know the old phrase 'blood is thicker than water'? Well, the full phrase is 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.' It means that relationships formed by choice could be stronger than any family. Keep that in mind." She dipped her hands into a small basin of water, scrubbing off excess grease and oil as best she could. Her muscular form on show, her muscles pulled and flexed seductively under her skin.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -5
Daryl's eyes widened in uncomfort seeing Tessa in her sports bra and he blushed. "Do I look away because I know most women find it disrespectful if a man is watching her when they are in their bras y'know.", told Daryl as he looked away from Tessa without getting her consent first. He listened to Tessa's words and said,"Sounds interesting where did you learn that from?"
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