originally posted in:The Roleplay League
[i]The Dreadnaught. It floated calmly on Saturn's rings. Or at least what's around it. David had been inside, long before it reached Saturn. He witnessed Oryx's power firsthand, and was forced to kill a taken guardian. Nothing has really changed, aside from the giant hull breach and legions of cabal fighting hive. The atmosphere was different however. Instead of seein the Dreadnaught as an intimidating frontier, he saw it welcoming now that it had a giant hole through it. He set down on the transmat zone and kept on with his day. After some time of just walking and walking and walking and walking, he found Dante pierced onto the wall. David is taken back a bit at the sight, regains his senses and tries to keep his lunch in his stomach. [/i]
D: Jesus Christ! Oh, shit that's nasty! Oh! Oooohhhhhh...! Uughh, uh, I'm ok. I am ok. Aahh... You, wh-what's your name? I see you're in an uncomfortable situation. Are you even alive?
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Dante groans in response, then reaches back and pushes against the wall. With one final effort he manages to dislodge the blade from the wall. He falls and collapses on his side, the sword still lodged in his chest. "Ohhh... Ohhhhh man.... Arrrgh.... Augh...."
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[i]David panics a little, but tries to get a hold of himself as he sees Dante on the ground with a sword through his chest. He goes to him and tries to help as he can.[/i] D: Shit, uuuhh, I see you're still breathing, you need a help with... The sword? And getting up?
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Dante pushes himself up and slumps against some rubble. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and winced slightly as he tried to take a deep breath. "... Ok.... Heeere we go...."
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[i]David grabbed Dante arm and put it over his shoulder. He holstered his weapon and grabs Dante's sword as well and keeps walking with him.[/i] D: Hey hey hey, I'll help you here. I got 2 questions. What's your name? And what happened to you? You were nailed to the wall like a voodoo doll.
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"Urrgh... My name Dante.... And this..." He suddenly tightened his grip on the sword and jerked it out of his chest, a foot at a time. "Aaarh... Aaaagh... This... Was a present from my brother..."
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D: That's a caring brother you have there. So, what's brings you to the Dreadnaught? Normally I'd sarcastically name some virtues of this place but I despise this pale with a burning passion.