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!b0vpMZLBb6 10/12/11(Wed)19:24 No.16605876>>Call me XAVER EIGHTY-EIGHT.
>88?
>>The number of minutes it takes for me to turn a man to rust. The number of men who I felled in the hands of my first, and second, wielder, each. And finally, in miles, the maximum effective range of my blasting ability in peak power.
>>It is a number of significance.
>...Ah.
>>16605826 She.... is more feminine, now, that you look. wider hips, slimmer shoulders.
Eh. Maybe you're seeing things.
Dio eats breakfast, and you ruminate on your fellows: There were eight of you, fully sentient weapons. That number just keeps popping up. A hammer, a sword, a dagger, a bow, a cestus... Paired blades, and finally a shield. You know the hammer is Gavel the Righteous, and you are Xaver 88, but the names of the others frustratingly elude you for the given moment. It isn't long until you head out.
>... Did you really curse the whole Rust kingdom with your power? I've heard stories of ruins inhabited by pain-wracked mummies...
(Note: You did. ) |