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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/24/2015 11:16:04 PM
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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."
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"Light adding? Bring it against an arc blade, or hammer of sol. You could also try to use motes of light to cancel it out."
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"It corrupts everything it touched."
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"Try me." He smirks, obviously having experience with objects of the darkness. He lets go, still wary, but holds out his right hand.
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She pulls at the Sword and hands out to you, "You have maybe term minutes before it resets onto my back."
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He activates arc blade, and brings the knife down on the sword. The knife does scratch it, but doesn't do any real damage, nor is the knife effected. He then gets out a mote of light, and taps the sword with it, then a second one to tap Stellar with.
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Both motes darken into shadow, "Your lucky."
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"But, I did find something useful. You are corrupted, but not exactly permanent. If the Hive take the sword back, then it will be undone. The alternative method isn't exactly favorable in my point of view, but it will help me in the long run with my studies."
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"Thanks I guess... They won't take the sword back."
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"Looks like plan B then." He raises the sword above his foot, and brings it down, stabbing himself in the designated area, letting the Hive feel the power if they trade Hunter's life for hers.
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"Hold up, no!" She snatches the sword back.
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"Why not?" He seems surprised at the action, thinking that she wanted freedom.
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"I won't damn anyone to this life."
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"Well then -blam!- me! -blam!-ing damn me to hell! Does it look like I care how bad it will be on me? I've come too far to stop a century of research because someone is too selfless to let me tap into the mind of the Hive." He closes his optics, realizing what he just said, and how harsh his voice was saying it.
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"You want to touch the Hive's mind?"
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"Yes, I guess you can say that." His tone has calmed, going to a more stable area.
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"No, you don't."
