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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/15/2015 2:11:07 AM
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[b]she sees, she readies. She hums, readying the tune of doom and sorrow. She looks, she hums, she has tears.[/b]
English
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[b]she looks at her and sighs[/b] "You must be scared witless."
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Why don't you chase me.
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"If I wanted to chase you, I would have caught you."
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..... [b]she thinks, and thinks, and thinks again[/b]
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[b]she puts her sword down and looks at the frightened girl, this was the doom Weaver, a person that could tear apart a army with just her voice and she was scared, very strange[/b]
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Um...
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"That wound isn't going to heal on it's own, here, this should clean it." [b]she hands her a jar filled with foul smelling gel[/b]
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Why are you helping me....
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"Because it's better to have you as a ally then a enemy."
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The other weavers wouldn't agree
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"I know, that's why I'm being careful, all of them could kill me with their voice, attack me before you leave so they think I tried to capture you."
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Ok....
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[b]she stands up and checks her sword, making sure it still held the edge she had worked so hard to get[/b]
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Your sword isn't sharp enough
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"I know, it is so hard to keep it sharp."
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*she hums. The blade starts glowing*
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[b]she watches it, the orange color from the solar energy mixed with the glow[/b]
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[b]She watched, she hummed, watching. The blade turning sharper and sharper and sharper and more[/b]
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[b]she grinned, watching the blade becoming more dangerous then it ever has[/b]
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Better?
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"Yes, thank you."
