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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/22/2016 1:01:00 AM
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*Crossbow, trying to move, aims his crossbow at the vicinity of the ring, firing it. Cyan lunges at it, and Caesar is fixing his prosthetics*
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[b]The arrow hits it, breaking the ring. Suddenly, the Dancer starts screaming in pain as her bones start cracking, shrinking, really. But in a more grotesque, painful way. Several seconds later, she's much more humanoid and...peaceful. But screaming. Not in defeat, but in fear. She's muttering...[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn...made me a...oh no... I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."[/i]
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*Crossbow walks up to her* Crossbow: There is nothing to be sorry for. You did this against your will, it's not your fault.
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[i]"I tried killing...you...I'm so sorry... Is...is Vordt okay...? Oh no... I should've killed myself...if I knew..."[/i] [b]She's crying. Shaking her head at the same time.[/b]
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Crossbow: Vordt is okay, he's knocked out, and bruised, but okay. But we should break his ring. *Cyan nods and rushes over to the sleeping Vordt and destroys the ring* Crossbow: it's not your fault.
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[b]Vordt begins yelling out. Seconds later, he is lying in the ground as well. Breathing heavily. He doesn't seem to notice Cyan.[/b] [i]"Oh...ok... Where...where is the other one?"[/i]
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Crossbow: Caesar? Just fixing his prosthetics. Don't worry, he's been through worse.
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[i]"Oh..ok."[/i]
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Cyan: I'd certainly call it worse when my siblings almost kill him and rip off all his limbs. Of course, the part I hate about him is that he killed them back. Crossbow: Cyan, that was the past.
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[b]She's silent.[/b]
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*Crossbow looks back at the Dancer* Are you okay?
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"Y...yes..."
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Good. *Crossbow helps her up*
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[b]She seems somewhat injured. Considering the several bolts sticking out of her body.[/b]
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Crossbow: that looks painful. You need help with those? *Caesar, prosthetics fixed, walks over* Caesar: you gotta do it quickly. *Caesar rips one out of her back* Crossbow: Jesus, man. It's not just something you just do like that!
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[b]She yells out in pain.[/b]
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*Caesar, unphased, goes for another, but Crossbow stops him* Crossbow: can you not? Let's bring her to the infirmary, where professional hands can perform it. Caesar: I have professional hands! *He yanks another out*
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[b]The Dancer yelps again, this time proceeding to punch Caesar. It's not really a punch, though. Atleast, a rather weak one. This shows just how much of a good person she was before turning into what she was...[/b]
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Caesar: fine, fine, I'll stop. Crossbow, can you get her to the infirmary? Crossbow: Yup. If you follow me, Ma'am, we can make this as painless as possible. *Crossbow begins walking towards the Dojo. Cyan stays behind with Yhorn, pulling out bullets and arrows while he's unconscious*
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[spoiler]YHORN?! ITS VORDT![/spoiler] [b]The Dancer follows weakly. Ornstein and Smough must be asleep or gone, since they haven't even left their apartment. Vordt has stayed behind.[/b]
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[spoiler]Damn did it again[/spoiler] [spoiler]fin?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Bastard...[/spoiler] [spoiler]I guess.[/spoiler]
