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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/1/2018 8:06:45 PM
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[spoiler]*James[/spoiler]
James carefully would follow.
He stumbled a few times.
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[b][i]When he did Angelo turned to assist him if needed or to make sure he was ok.[/i][/b] “Hey, you sure you don’t need any help? You aren’t doing so hot.”
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"I would like some help," James would request, "It's not easy."
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“No problem.” [b][i]Angelo said, moving over to him and used his own body to Support James as they walked[/i][/b]
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The man was 6 feet tall, Angelo could barely support him. He stepped slowly.
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[b][i]Angelo did his best to help James walk, speaking to him as he did.[/i][/b] “So, I’ll take it you knew Chase and Blake for a while?”
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"We were ressurected together. We fought side-by-side for years. We looked out for each other. They were like my brothers, Angelo."
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“They’re good guys. You chose your teammates well.” [b][i]He said laughing a bit.[/i][/b]
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Edited by Splashback77: 1/1/2018 9:40:25 PMJames chuckled. "As as team, we kick ass."
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“Not kidding. I know what it’s like to have both good and bad teammates, and they seem like good ones. I’d believe mine are better, but still.”
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"You have to be able to trust them."
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“And I do trust my teammates like that. Then again, they’ve saved my ass before.” [b][i]He said chuckling a bit.[/i][/b]
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"Well, you have to be able to save ass in order to kick some."
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“Yeah. Especially when the odds are stacked like 50 to 1 in their favour.”
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"They never are..."
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“Well, I know your friends will be glad to see you again. Possibly a little angry if they think you faked your own death, but happy.” [b][i]He said, smiling a bit. It was strange though, that Angelo didn’t even know James, yet he treated him as if they were good friends.[/i][/b]
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"Why would I fake getting my throat slit?"
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“No idea. People don’t exactly think straight when you come back from permadeath.”
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"Well, I don't know how I came back. I was chatting with Ulysses S. Grant. Then suddenly, I'm back in my own body and this magic-wielding girl was standing in front of me and gave Delphi back to me."
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“Yknow, if I hadn’t been in this place for a while now I’d say bullshit. Now that just kinda sounds normal...”
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“Last time someone did that two fools owed me drinks for the rest of the night, so I’d be careful with that.” [b][i]He said laughing a bit. After a moment the gates of the Dojo were in sight, as Angelo took out his phone, calling Blake.[/i][/b]
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"Nah, I'll bet my glimmer on bullshit," he said.
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“Dude, my job before this was to kill Demi-god like mages, now I know people who come back from the dead, are possessed by demons, and more. It’s all starting to sound like normal.” [b][i]He said, before calling Blake again, hoping he picked up.[/i][/b] “Cmon man, pick up the phone...” [b][i]He murmured to himself[/i][/b]
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"If you're trying to contact a Guardian, you ping their Ghosts," Delphi suggested.
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“And how exactly would one do that?” [b][i]He says, looking over to the ghost.[/i][/b] “I’m not one of you guys, don’t know the tricks and shit.”
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"Leave that to me," Delphi replied.
