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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 11:07:13 PM
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[i]"I'm the Easter bunny you dumbass..."[/i]
[b]The figure grinned and crouched, looking at Chloe. For some reason, his voice didn't wake her... Almost as if he wasn't really speaking... But Desmond suddenly realized that he couldn't remember this figure opening his mouth at all... [/b]
[i]"And she must be...? Important...?"[/i]
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"Yeah. Now take two steps back." [i] He said out loud, even though he had his suspicions about the communication of this guy. Either way, he didn't scream bad guy, but Desmond hadn't gotten far by trusting a "maybe." His hand brushed the sniper rifle on his back, looking the..thing up and down. [/i] "Otherwise you'll see why I'm more of the Boogeyman than an Easter Bunny." [i] A smirk crossed his lips. [/i]
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[i]"Calm down... "[/i] [b]He shakes his head and gets to his feet, flames lapping at the air greedily as he looks out towards the Dojo.[/b] [i]"So... That begs the question doesn't it? My colleague wants to know about your friend. What's up with her?"[/i]
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"Besides being as meek as a mouse? Nothing." [i] Desmond narrows his eyes. He didn't like the way the man was talking about a "colleague," but the way he spoke showed that he didn't run the show with whoever he was talking about.[/i]
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[i]"Eh... Guess that's something. I'll admit, you two don't resonate as much... But I guess I'll learn one way or another."[/i] [b]With a click, he looked up, the sky around him unfurling until pieces of his armor began to ascend, the flames following. Then, like a dream, he just left...[/b]
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[i] Desmond raised an eyebrow at the show, curious as to what just happened. He'd seen a lot of strange things, but that was up there. He didn't relax, rather, cloaking himself once again and holding his pistol, guarding the tent and waiting for any other newcomers as the sun slowly creeped across the sky. [/i]
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[b]As the sun moved, the only seemingly abnormal thing was the lack of animals. There were insects and plants, but this place either had no small lifeforms, or they had been scared off.[/b]
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[i] Desmond leaned his head back against the tree bark, eyes on the grass and forest. Bodyguarding was boring, to say the least. He'd never asked why Chloe had to avoid the sun, but he guessed it had something to do with the fact she glowed. Maybe that was an adaptation of her home. [/i]
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[b]As the sun set, Chloe eventually awoke, the sleep seemingly only changing how bright her eyes were. It was like her body was perpetually stuck in its looks... She said nothing and made no motions besides watching the sun drift down.[/b] [b]She took a deep breath, seemingly disoriented as if she forgot where she was and what had happened in the past few hours.[/b]
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[i] Desmond materialized beside her, looking her up and down with a glance.[/i] "Sleep well?" [i] He questioned.[/i]
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[i]"I suppose..."[/i] [b]She finished with a mumble, a yawn escaping her for a moment.[/b] [i]"What about you? How are you doing?"[/i] [b]With a gentle smile, lines began to swim over her skin before settling on her hands and feet once again... As if they had disappeared while she slept.[/b]
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"Tired.. but that's nothing new." [i] For another day, he was going without sleep. He wasn't one to complain, but he couldn't wait to get to the Dojo so he could actually take a nap...or a coma. [/i] "How are your feet?"
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[i]"Still hurt... But I can fix them now..."[/i] [b]She touched her wounds softly, the lines running across them before they sealed and closed, scars disappearing with them.[/b] [i]"I just needed sometime to recharge and rest."[/i]
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[i] He nods, offering her a hand up and bolstering his pistol at his waist.[/i] "It's only a half hour's walk up the stairs. Maybe. We can get some real food and rest once we're there."
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[i]"Sounds welcoming..."[/i] [b]She responded, a little wobbly on her feet, but she certainly felt better. Beyond that, now that the sun was mostly down, she didn't have to use her veil... Less hassle.[/b]
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[i] He smiled, walking away from the forest after taking the tent down and packing it back up. He left his helmet off, hair swept backwards and tattoo peeking over his collarbone. It was where he'd been stabbed by a poisoned blade, and Chloe had saved him. He'd gotten a tattoo to cover it, because he didn't believe in the whole "wear your scars proudly" bullshit. He didn't like the way it looked, so he covered it.[/i] "What was your home like?" [i] He questions as they began to climb the steps. He didn't know much about what she'd run away from, and nor her about him. He wasn't one to be curious, but anything to keep the walk less boring. [/i]
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[i]"Dark... Very dark. Constantly in perpetual night. Only an hour of daylight, and two hours of twilight."[/i] [b]She mused, following behind quietly, her bare feet making no sound.[/b] [i]"And it was small. Not a big place..."[/i] [b]She seemed glad to be away from the place, but almost upset too. She left everything behind... And even then some.[/b]
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"Sounds like my kind of place.." [i] He says quietly. He loved the darkness, it was a wetboy's dream environment. He shook his head at that thought, Chloe didn't know that was his title either. Wetboy's were far better than assassins. Assassin's had targets, Wetboy's had deaders. In the sense that once they were marked for a contract, they were as good as dead. [/i]
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[i]"Perhaps... Not much happens there though. The politics always argue and threaten each other, but never actually start anything... Cowards... All of them..."[/i] [b]Chloe had refused to join such a caustic and mentally deficient group of people long ago, not exactly a fan of their idiotic rambles and jibes.[/b]
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[i] He smirks. That was the difference between her world and his. In his world, if a threat was made, it was carried out. Always. Midycru wasn't a nice place. [/i] "What was your position there? Or rather, your parents? We're they important in any way?"
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[i]"They were the Correctors of the main citadel, the highest position. I was heir to it, but I was almost forced into a marriage to receive it. I didn't want the position or marriage."[/i] [b]She scowled, very unpleased with her pompous parents. They didn't even raise her. Maids did that, but it was a new on every week so she never grew attached to one. Her parents just cared about money and their seat.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 10/9/2016 12:20:54 AM"Respectable , that you got up and left." [i] He nods in agreement with the statement.[/i] "Takes heart to give up everything. I know plenty of people who would've sat there and pouted."
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[i]"Well... I don't dare marry a man I can't love... In fact, I don't want to marry at all... I just want to be free... "[/i] [b]Responsibility was one thing, but burdens were another. And the moment a responsibility was a burden... She didn't dare continue with it.[/b]
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"Never?" [i] He questioned, eyes looking at her sideways. While he detested the idea of relationships, he was surprised someone else may have also. Most people's dreams were to find someone they love and settle down. [/i]
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[i]"Too much hassle. Not enough reward for the struggle."[/i] [b]She shakes her head in distaste. There was nothing in a second half that she could appreciate... It was... Annoying.[/b] [i]"Maybe at some other point... When I'm old and can't travel anymore."[/i]
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[i] He chuckled lightly. She had fire, that was for sure. [/i] "To each her own I suppose." [i] His opinion on love was a lot more cynical. When you had ties to people, you gave them a card to play against you. Relationships were ropes, and love was the ultimate noose. If your enemies had your loved ones, they had you by the throat. And as of right now, there was no one anyone could use against him. [/i]
