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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 22, 2013 22:21:27 GMT -6
Australia. A dustball of a country with an annoying amount of stupidly dangerous fauna. Of course there was an Artifact there. Kakeru sat in the jeep, grumbling about the heat and the sand and everything else he didn't like about Australia.
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 22, 2013 22:25:07 GMT -6
"Don't forget how everything is trying to kill you." Claudia chimed in.
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 22, 2013 22:28:06 GMT -6
Kakeru scoffed. "Claudia, that's life for us everywhere. Australia is just a less comfortable version."
Meanwhile, in the driver seat, Rocko chimed in, sounding annoyed. "'ey mate, don't be talkin' smack 'bout my country. Takes a real man t' grow up 'ere."
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 22, 2013 22:29:27 GMT -6
"Is it because everything is trying to kill you?" Claudia asked Rocko. She didn't care about retaliation; this guy wouldn't risk his job for some petty revenge.
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 22, 2013 22:32:53 GMT -6
Rocko snorted. "Yeah, ain't like you cushy city slickers, all y' gotta worry 'bout's some little wind knockin' off your hat."
Kakeru laughed loudly, giving Rocko a wicked stare. "Boya, you haven't met my old man. Talk to me when you get eighteen straight years of training that would make a drill sergeant piss his pants."
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 22, 2013 22:34:23 GMT -6
"Pfft. I have gone through experiences that would earn you a nice padded cell, buddy." Claudia said.
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 22, 2013 22:39:46 GMT -6
Rocko just snorted in derision, continuing to drive for another ten miles before pulling off to the side. "We're 'ere."
Kakeru sighed, jumping out of the jeep without a second's hesitation and landing straight on his feet, looking around.
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 22, 2013 22:42:03 GMT -6
Claudia hopped out too, looking around, hand on her Tesla.
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 23, 2013 0:17:38 GMT -6
Kakeru sighed, before tensing up and turning around slowly, now facing a colossus of a man with ebony skin and blood red warpaint, who spoke with a voice like thunder. "I see my son has brought you on time. I suspect he was less than pleasant about it, however."
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 23, 2013 9:33:56 GMT -6
"And Nutella-flavored Mandingo warrior from nowhere."
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 23, 2013 12:31:51 GMT -6
The large man simply chuckled, though his size made it seem more like a threatening bark. "I take it that that is your English-style humor. My name is Burnum. My son is Daku, though he deigns to go by Rocko in the city. It is good to meet you, Agents."
Kakeru quickly stepped back, standing very close to Claudia. "This guy gives me the same vibes as my old man." He said with a shiver.
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 23, 2013 13:47:44 GMT -6
"I would not know what exactly you speak of, but I suppose that's not good." Claudia replied. "Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Burnum."
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 23, 2013 13:53:47 GMT -6
Burnum let out another small chuckle. "Please, no formalities. Just call me Burnum."
Kakeru shivered again. "This guy is scary. Like, punch out a Class 2 scary."
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Post by Claudia n' Friends on Sept 23, 2013 13:55:48 GMT -6
"Try a Class 2.5." Claudia replied. "D'you think he'd even feel a Tesla blast?"
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Post by Black Fang Industries on Sept 23, 2013 14:06:11 GMT -6
"Doubt it. He'd probly just get peeved at it." Kakeru shuddered again, as Burnum spoke up. "This way, Agents. To Uluru."
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