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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/12/2016 2:03:27 AM
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[b]Yule crouched down, and inspected the blood with his fingers. Fresh. The arrow had missed the man's heart by mere inches. It still might kill him, but he had to be sure. A small girl trotted up next to him, and frowned at the red liquid.[/b]
[u]Dad...[/u]
Back, Jess. It's dirty...
[b]The figure in black stood up, adjusting a bottle of black liquid on his belt and sighed. The hunt would end soon enough. He dipped his knife in the blood puddle and put it up to the crow on his shoulder. The bird pecked at it for a moment... Then took off with a caw. [/b]
Off we go...
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[b]I almost begin to speak, but then notice the young girl.[/b] "Well who's this? Haven't seen a kid in here since we had that detective kid who got a hole in his chest..."
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[u]I'm J-[/u] [b]The girl was quickly shut down with the covering of her mouth by the man's hand.[/b] She [i]won't[/i] answer.
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[b]I rub my chin, as if I'm thinking.[/b] "J... Jaqui? Jane? Jill? Most likely... Jessebelle, or something along those lines..." [b]I stand back up.[/b] "You seem quite defensive about, well just about everything huh?"
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[b]The man removes his hand, and places it on his opposite arm's wrist, with the small sound of whirring in the background.[/b] It's been a long day.
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"Judging from the blood on the ground, I would imagine. Speaking of blood, shouldn't you be chasing what's-his-face right now?"
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I should, but an unidentified creature has appeared informs of me. That is something I cannot turn my back to, of risk death. It can wait.
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"Wait, do you mean me? Well honestly if you gotta chase the guy go!" [b]I lower my guard.[/b]
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*Mortar forms from the ground in front of you* Okay, creepy black figure... Crow... Looks like we got a Poe fan here. *Mortar looks around* I'm Mortar. Who are you?
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I'd... Rather not. [b]The man adjusts his mask, and you hear the whirring of gears. The crow lands on his shoulder again, and twitches it's head in your direction.[/b]
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Hmm... *Mortar stares into your mask, wondering what you are* So... looks like you haven't been here before, by the looks of you.
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I would assume that's obvious. [b]The figure looks at you in the eyes... But... There was still no clear sighs of who or what he was.[/b]
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So... I assume you like to kill? Just a question.
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I take no pleasure in releasing one from this worlds clutches. [b]The man draws an elegant sliver pistol from it's holster. It had a hammer, and most likely was from a older time than now.[/b]
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That is beautiful. I've been trying to get my hands on a gun like that for a while now...
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But it is necessary. [b]He aims the guns into the tree, and to feel time slow down as he pulls the trigger. A man in a unidentified uniform falls to the ground. Time speeds up and the figure kneels next to him and places two fingers to the dead man's temple.[/b]
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*Mortar looks with a confused face* What just happened? *Mortar puts his hand between his shoulder blades, and a black katana/broadsword with red symbols formed in his hand*
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I killed a man. [b]The girl from before pokes his head, and giggles.[/b] [u]They followed us![/u]
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You need any help?
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You have no idea who I'm targeting, or my true intentions, yet you offer help? Well, I'll take it.
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That is wise. *I point my sword into the woods, and some of the flames fly off of it. You hear flesh burning, and a man on fire screaming before he dies* Let's go. I don't like to stay in one place too long
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I do. They think they have the advantage, and will move in on us. [b]The man in the mask chuckles, a chilling sound.[/b] But how long do you think they will scream?
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Depends. How strong are you? If you stroke my back here, I will destroy mercilessly, that should help
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[b]He stares at you for a moment in slight confusion before replying.[/b] My skill are almost un matched, but no, I'm not physically strong. And for stroking your back? I'm not that type of guy.
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If you're inferring that I'm gay... I sure as hell am not. It was a way to get me to kill in the war. Im not proud of it, but it gets the job done
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You killed fine enough with that matchstick. [b]He gestures to your sword, and chuckles yet again.[/b]
