Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27939230-20170406215408/@comment-27939230-20170410225743

24 HOURS LATER

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Slade sat down in the meeting room, Clover sat across the table from him. Slade was unsure how to say anythign to Clover, he hadn't talked to anybody in years, being a wanted criminal, he only had Fear to talk to. Clover looked at Slade nervously, he had only heard stories about Slade, how he had been living in the bunker for years with only a handful of men. Slade cleared his throat, looking at Clover "By now, you know why you're here, I need supplies...I need to be able to fight them...WOLF, I mean". "I need help from your rebellion, the only way for humans and monsters to live in peace is if we fight...I've dealt with them before, I know what I'm talking about" Clover looked at Slade, then at the floor. He had no idea what to do, he had never fought for something, much less gone to war over something. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want anyone to die. But Slade kept....glaring at him.