[John glances over his shoulder and up where - all right, now he knows he hallucinating. Who even wears those kinds of things outside a renaissance festival or parade in front of Buckingham Palace? He keeps his gun trained on the pixies, regardless. However bizarre the bloke chose to dress, he was defending both of them, not attacking. He turns his attention back to the pixies, firing off another round at one. It hits the thing dead on and does nothing.]
Yeah, thanks. Do you know what those things are? Or how to kill them? Don't suppose that armor's just for show?
[He has the urge to go for the electric blue magazine clip in his back pocket, though he couldn't say why.]
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Yeah, thanks. Do you know what those things are? Or how to kill them? Don't suppose that armor's just for show?
[He has the urge to go for the electric blue magazine clip in his back pocket, though he couldn't say why.]