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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/24/2015 10:14:03 PM
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He puts his sword on his back and slowly claps, invisibility fading away, and arc energy still tense. "Good job. You are now in a 6% of guardians. Now talk" In that instant, blink strike is initiated, and Hunter -0 has Stellar against the wall, pinned by her shoulders, Shadow shot still active in her hand, but too close. "Who are you?"
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Her helmet vanishes in a puff of smoke, she smiles. Her face has been seen on the Tower bounty board.
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He nods. "And how exactly did you get that sword?"
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"Would you believe me if I said the Darkness gave it to me?"
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"Actually yes, but why is what I really want to know"
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"Not like I want it, but I have no choice."
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"But why [i]you?[/i] of all hunters, all humans, why you?"
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"Because when my team fell, I was left to the Darkness."
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"Where, and when?" It seems more like he wants answers about the darkness than her origins.
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"Court of Oryx. After the first transmat was placed my team was first."
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"And they gave it to you?"
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"After getting my ass kick to hell and back."
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"So why are you killing guardians?"
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"They attack me, I fight back."
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"So why are you wanted?"
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"The Darkness took control... I... I..."
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His helmet fades away, revealing a face that resembles a tron helmet. That folds away, revealing a more human-like appearance. "What happened?" He says, with a more humane voice.
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"I murdered Guardians..."
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"You did, or the Hive in control? We're you really just taking orders, or being controlled?" His Ghost appears and disappears in a split second, and the arc energy disappeared.
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"Controlled."
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"And if I take the sword? Just remove it from your possession."
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"It disintegrates and reappears on my back, just like a Hive Knights."
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"And if I break it?" He genuinely seems concerned at this point, his grip loosening, but not letting go.
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"You can't, I tried." She is genuinely sad.
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"What did you do, and what did it respond with?
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"Name it."
