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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/21/2016 12:55:43 AM
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[b]The Dancer then slammed her right hand into the ground, darkness swirling around it. From there, she pulled a black blade from the dark.
It appears that she's going all out now.[/b]
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"Oh for -blam!- sakes dude." [i]JT sighed to himself, as his mechanical arm threw the Jagdkommando directly towards the woman' aiming for the hand she held her weapon in. [/i]
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[b]The Dancer dodges the weapon, though it does slightly skin her arm a little. She begins circling.[/b]
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[i]JT started to slowly walk towards The Dancer, feeling a pang of sorrow in his gut for her. [/i]
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[b]The Dancer suddenly attacks, randomly slashing viciously at JT's chest. Concerning the properties of the weapons, they could slice through metal like butter.[/b]
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[i]JT ducked under the Dancer, though on his way up he may have accidentally hit the weapon with his arm, at least the back. The problems caused by that may have been big. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 7/21/2016 1:51:42 AM[b]Since is wasn't as sharp there, not much damage would actually be caused, other than slight burns. The Dancer quickly backs away, slashing at you again, just as viciously and quickly as before. This time, she's going for your legs, as if trying to trip you.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal jumped over the blade of the Dancer, and threw his combat knife downwards and directly at the ring finger, accounting for lead and all. [/i]
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[b]The finger is sliced off completely. Instantly the Dancer yells, pushing you away. Suddenly...something starts to occur. The screams of pain that the Dancer let out were magnified, as her bones began to crack. Her entire body was shrinking, but in a more gruesome, painful way. Several seconds later, she was fairly human-sized, normal, and crying. Not because of defeat. But because of what she had gone through in that form. The Dancer dropped her weapons, lied on the ground and began sobbing.[/b] [b]Something was different, however. It was noticed when she decided to look up at JT. Not with a face of hatred or madness, but of sadness. Not fear, just gloomy. She started to cry again.[/b]
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"Oh... Shit..." [i]The Marshal said to himself as he walked towards the woman, slowly drawing his revolver as a backup plan. He crouched beside the injured female, grabbed the ring in his left hand, but never put it on. Frodo part two over here was planning to destroy that shit. [/i]
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[b]Good man, Frodo. The Dancer started to speak.[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn made me...turned me into... Oh no... I'm so sorry...[/i] [i]I'm so sorry..."[/i] [b]The Dancer started to cry again. She doesn't even react to the fact that JT has a gun in his hand.[/b]
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[i]JT felt sorrowful for the woman on the ground. He pocketed the ring, grabbed the other, and returned to the woman. [/i]"What is your name, Dancer?"
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[i]"A...Adella... Sulyvahn, he...he took me...oh god..."[/i] [b]She starts crying again. It may be good to discuss this "Sulyvahn".[/b] [spoiler]Just so you know, Suly's dead. But before he died, he personally sent these two to the Dojo, after figuring out that you and Kross, Royal's character, was coming along to kill him and Aldrich.[/spoiler]
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[i]JT crouched beside Adella and holstered his revolver once more, a look of concern on his face. [/i]"Who is Sulyvahn?"
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[b]She suddenly looks much more stern. Serious, though still crying.[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn was a high-ranking official back in Irithyll...he betrayed the rest of the government...killed them all off. Then he...he took me from my family and...oh god... He turned me into a...a monster... For all I know...he's dead now... He did the same to Vordt and others...then shipped us off to attack your group... I remember you, Y'know... I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."[/i]
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"Shhh, shhh... It's okay, Adella, it's alright. You did what you were forced to do."
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[i]"...Okay. Okay..."[/i] [b]She looks over at Vordt's corpse, shaking her head.[/b] [i]"I hope he's in a better place now...he was kind to everyone...and I mean everyone..."[/i]
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"He is, and I can safely say that with all the certainty in the world." [i]JT planned to originally just run Adella through and be done with it, but he was no monster, he had no reason to kill the woman anymore. So he wouldn't even make an attempt to harm her now. [/i]
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[i]"I can only hope.."[/i] [b]She's silent, until...[/b] [i]"Would it be best...if I leave? It's...incredibly selfish, I know, after all of this. But...I don't expect the people that lived here to take kindly to the girl that destroyed this place..."[/i]
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[i]JT pondered the question for the briefest of moments. But, he figured he could make this entire scenario work out in his favour, so he spoke up. [/i]"You have any place to go?"
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[i]"I could always return to Lordran. Maybe try being a normal person, instead of...Y'know..."[/i]
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"Go for it."
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[i]"O...okay. Thank you. For not killing me on sight, when I was vulnerable... You are not like many that I have met."[/i] [b]Under her helm, she smiles. Adella rises, grabbing her blades. They have shrunk as well. She looks up at you.[/b] [i]"I won't need these, atleast not for the time-being... Would you like them?"[/i] [b]She seems willing to give them up.[/b]
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"Well.. Yes, actually. Thank you." [spoiler]What style of sword are the blades, what are they made of, what is the size? Just gotta know the basics of it. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Two curved swords. 11 inches long, the blades themselves being 7 inches, and extremely light. The metal is unknown, but it's tough and extremely sharp, to the point that cutting through a heavy suit of armor is like cutting through butter. Of course, they require some skill and dexterity to use. I think JT has enough of that. The blade that goes in the right hand is imbued with dark magic, while the one in the left is imbued with flames. You can turn it on and off as you please. Feel free to do whatever with them, whether that's actually use them, sell them, or throw them away. Heck, modify them all you want. They're yours.[/spoiler] [b]The Dancer hands you both of the blades. The magic and the flames within have died down, but still seem present somewhere within them.[/b] [i]"I don't mind if you plan on doing anything, whether that's modifications or selling. Just keep them in a good condition, K? And...thanks. For not immediately blowing my head off."[/i]
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"Yeah, thanks for the swords. Got a friend that'll be jealous as she to see me with these." [i]JT knows a man who is singlehandedly the best swordsman on Felghast, so who knows how far he's came in the years since. Nonetheless he planned to keep the twin blades, using the flame imbued weapon against targets that are susceptible to fire, while the darkness is used against agents with light abilities. AKA JT sees this way too tactically. [/i]"Look, if you need a ride back to your land, I may be able to assist you."
