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Aug 25, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -6
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"No worries, I'll get a communicator to ya before our next meeting. Or if anything untoward happens, I'll send up a flare or something to get your attention."
"No worries, kiddo. Take a break and get some grub. Gotta keep up your energy, ya know. If you need t'know anything else, you know where to find me." Neena said answering his question. Streak smiled thinking of randomly seeing a flare of one kind or another.
"Alright, I'll do that." He looked off into space a little then said, "Ya know I am a little hungry. Ok, well I had fun. I'll see ya around." He turned around, waved at Neena, "Bye." Streak walked out of the Observation Room and through the doors out of the Danger Room. All that extra exercise was a lot more taxing of Streaks body than he thought. As he walked out he retracted the silver back into his body so that he looked like a normal kid with scars.
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Link to Profile | Attribute Profile | Streak's speech is silver
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