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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 4:48:12 PM
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[i]Irina didn't answer the previous Hunter's odd question, but not because she didn't know or because she couldn't speak: she just didn't want to tell him in general. A look of apparent sorrow and even...pity...crossed the pale face of the Vileblood, as she raised her left hand to wipe some of the blood on Lothran's own face off. In truth, this was all just a sickening bluff: she would have loved to run him through with her own fist, but...that would have to wait, for now. Lothran would have to be trained into a killing machine once more.[/i]
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[u]Smiling, unaware of the manipulation going on behind this cruel woman's seemingly caring demeanor, Lothran cries tears of joy and confusion. Completely unaware of what's going on, or who he was and what he had been doing before, he thinks that he has found somebody that he can trust.[/u] "[i]I have not met anybody as nice as you in my lifetime, not since... Since...[/i]" [u]He scrunches up his eyebrows, trying to remember of the past events that led up to this meeting.[/u] "[i]Strange... I shan't be able to remember, and it scares me... I feel as if something's missing, crying out to me to say something's wrong.[/i]
