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[ gg I got busy and forgot to finish my pages ]

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Theme done for now! Now for pages!

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I am here and it’s time for a REVAMP

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made by the wonderful Celes

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ooc; dropping Golbez

All right, I've been putting this off for long enough, I think, but basically, it's time for me to drop Golbez. I've been far too busy to keep up with this account, but I can easily say I had a lot of fun being part of PD in the short time I was here. My only regret really is not having been more active and outgoing whenever I was online.

I'll be leaving Golbez's account up, since I personally have the habit of looking through old things.

That said, goodbye, for now, everyone :)

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[Golbez is just going to stand at the entrance to a dark alley somewhere in the town and wait for people to notice.]

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Ah, I see this Colonel is a dutiful man who is ever on track and does not allow such a flimsy distraction as sparring with a stranger.

>His tone is flat, and it isn't easy to tell if he's mocking the other or not.

My race? Goodness, Colonel, what would be the use of my armor if I were to announce to the world what I may be?

All these people started following you

“I’d like to see you try…” He started, before quickly adding more. “Though I do not have time for gameplay. I’m tracking down a hostile. Said to be of the Yuke Tribe…” He took a second to finally examine the armor. 

“What race are you?”

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>Nope, still not moving at all.

I'm afraid I cannot do that.

I see. [raises an eyebrow, unamused] Would you mind moving? Your gigantic armor is blocking the light. 

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>A dark chuckle echoes from within the full armor.

Very well, call me Golbez.

And please, if I were to attack you, you would not have the time to utter even one word.

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“You are talking to a Colonel of the Lilty army. If you dare to attack me, one word and I can put your ass in jail.” He threatened. 

“And Golbez it is, calling you Lord wouldn’t be all that suitable for me.”

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myglassesareflawless replied to your post: myglassesareflawless replied to your post: All...

[raises an eyebrow] Who’re you?

>Doesn't move at all, being unusally still for someone in full armor.

Golbez, Lord of Baron.

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myglassesareflawless replied to your post: All these people started following you

[blinks] Hello to you as well.

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((sorry i know i’m not on here but |: ))

>Barely acknowledges her by slightly raising his head.

[Shh, it's okay XD]

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Oh, would you prefer I had attacked you immediately?

You may call me Golbez, though calling me your Lord would be just as acceptable.

All these people started following you

Hmph, welcome and such, I suppose.

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mountordeals:

oniiiiiisaaaaaaaaaaaan

lets be tomodachis again

I am going to hit you.

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All these people started following you

Hmph, welcome and such, I suppose.

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amethyst

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>Golbez is silent for a moment, before narrowing his eyes rather dangerously. 

I've said it before. I'll do what I like, when I want.

>He...hates Cecil. The younger boy represented everything Golbez hated about life, about this town, about the world.

And you are not the boss of me, Cecil.

The book skids out of Cecil’s reach just as he’s about to grab it, thunking against the base of a locker across the hall. He doesn’t bother to run for it just yet— of course he recognizes that boot, even before he hears the voice. 

“Class,” he snaps, rising up to meet his brother’s gaze— or, at least, his sunglasses. “Unlike you, I take it?”

His defiance lasts only a moment before he softens and sighs. “You should go, too.”

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>Golbez looks amused, before pulling out a scrunchie from out of nowhere and tossing it at Kain too.

Yes. Yes you do need it.

[there's the roar of a motorcycle nearby]

Kain jumps at his hood suddenly being pulled down, then at the last moment, finds himself catching the can in hand. He stares down at it a moment, about to ask him what it is when he notices it must be what he uses to slick his hair back like that. Why would he need this? His hair was fine as it was. Not that Golbez’s wasn’t, the opposite actually. It’s just that that was his choice to grease it back like that.

“Yes si- uh, Golbez.” He glances down at the can again. “…Do I really need this?”