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emperor_cowboy) wrote2010-11-05 03:23 am
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-6th Bullet-
[So, it's late. Hol is debating on one of two things. Going up to the door and ringing the bell to speak face to face... or to simply make a phone call. He can be seen taking a nightly stroll, almost as if with no real destination at hand. When he does pause in his walk, he seems to do so at the home of two particular people. His eyes narrow... feel free to take notice of the guy if you're up at this hour.]
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Are those footsteps outside?
As he waits, listens, he hears them pass by several times, lingering.
Not good. He can't even sense who it is, or see properly through Hierophant. Ironic that the town would take Hierophant's eyes, too...
He makes his way to the front door with relative ease and cracks it open. Hierophant begins to uncoil from his arm, slipping out to gently accost the interloper.]
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You missed one!
Saur!
Oh yeah, nice job Bulbasaur! You're doing great!
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