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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 21:25:31 GMT -5
"It's a different magic."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -5
"Because you have to use portals. I have an automatic teleporting."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 21:49:36 GMT -5
"And because you seem to have eyes somewhere."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 21:54:47 GMT -5
"I have holes for eyes. What do you think?"
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:08:02 GMT -5
"It's called magic."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:15:21 GMT -5
"No, magic helps me know who and what's in front of me."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:28:08 GMT -5
"I can see everything with my magic."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:30:00 GMT -5
"I mean, I have no eyes, but I can see."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:34:23 GMT -5
"Almost everything, and what I can't see I can sense."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 21, 2017 22:41:18 GMT -5
"Yes."
((i gtg.))
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Post by sorry on Jun 21, 2017 23:17:20 GMT -5
Mel took a deep breath and entered Grillby's. She wanted to know more about these two. She sat down close to them and ordered a burger.
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Post by sorry on Jun 22, 2017 11:33:01 GMT -5
Mel made no eye contact with Hack or Tom, she just sat down, her white pin pricks looking ahead.
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Post by sorry on Jun 22, 2017 11:38:57 GMT -5
Mel turned and looked at Hack, her white pin pricks shifting in shape the smallest bit. "Yes. Why?" She asked, putting her hands in the pockets of her fluffy white hoodie.
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Post by sorry on Jun 22, 2017 11:55:28 GMT -5
Mel nodded and sat back on her chair. "So your new to Snowdin? Where'd ya come from, if you don't mind telling me?" She asked.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 22, 2017 13:27:41 GMT -5
Tom sighed. "I have a bad feeling about that female skeleton..." he said, seemingly worried.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jun 22, 2017 13:37:36 GMT -5
"Eh. As long as she doesn't kill anything, sjhe's good. But if she DIOES..." Tom said, glaring at his fries. "Hey, want some Smirnoff? Or ketchup? Or something?"
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