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"It was hard to gauge what exactly it was, it wore a long thick brown fur coat with a tall brown hat to match, its face, masked by some sort of retro-Teran gasmask with big boggling eyes, black as the void. In its hands, a set of bright gold intricate scimitars, both resting in its hands as it ran a wet stone across the blade sharpening it with each slow and steady stroke.

The figure didn’t acknowledge them at first as it carried on its business, its boot gently tapping against the staircase in time with the music as it hummed along. The figure suddenly stopped as the Fortune Cameras seemed to suddenly shut down, folding away and moving to the back of the room some reason … as if they were scared. “Aaaaaah~ there you are my friends.” the man spoke, his voice a deep Terran-Slovakian tone to their voice. “I wonder when you arrive, you keep me waiting. I did wonder if Fortune would send its dogs for me … I’m surprised they did not send a Leach.. but I guess dogs ...ughh, still good, eh?” it said stabbing its blades into the wood to help it lift itself up from its seated position. “Did you make the journey here ok? You look like shit-?” he asked a little casually as he remained standing on the stairway…." The-Red-Right-Hand

Description
"It was hard to gauge what exactly it was, it wore a long thick brown fur coat with a tall brown hat to match, its face, masked by some sort of retro-Teran gasmask with big boggling eyes, black as the void. In its hands, a set of bright gold intricate scimitars, both resting in its hands as it ran a wet stone across the blade sharpening it with each slow and steady stroke.

The figure didn’t acknowledge them at first as it carried on its business, its boot gently tapping against the staircase in time with the music as it hummed along. The figure suddenly stopped as the Fortune Cameras seemed to suddenly shut down, folding away and moving to the back of the room some reason … as if they were scared. “Aaaaaah~ there you are my friends.” the man spoke, his voice a deep Terran-Slovakian tone to their voice. “I wonder when you arrive, you keep me waiting. I did wonder if Fortune would send its dogs for me … I’m surprised they did not send a Leach.. but I guess dogs ...ughh, still good, eh?” it said stabbing its blades into the wood to help it lift itself up from its seated position. “Did you make the journey here ok? You look like shit-?” he asked a little casually as he remained standing on the stairway…." The-Red-Right-Hand