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_{[ He considers himself a little under prepared without his sylladex. Even if there was nothing in his sylladex (false, hes always got stuff in there, even orange soda), he knows how to make that into a weapon but his special item from home is the creepy doll; nothing else. He doesn't feel nervous though. Actually, he could say he doesn't feel anything. That's... kind of how he is, always, all the time.

Dirk (that's his real name he refuses to use) takes another swig from the bottle he was given, orange eyes dancing behind his obtuse looking shades to look at Jack. ]}

Should see what I can do with my sword.
Now that's mind blowing.
_{[ Is that a euphemism or the truth? It's kind of both. ]}