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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Weeaboo Of War:
8/7/2016 3:41:11 PM
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"Oh hell n-"
[b]Yuria and the Voice go flying back.[/b]
"-blam!- this! Nope. Goodbye, Yuria. You're own your own, sweetheart!" [b]Ge disappears.[/b]
[i][u]"Voice...damnit."[/u][/i]
[b]Yuria slowly rises, bleeding heavily.[/b]
English
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[b]Zyln forms another -blam!-ing Sun Spear, taking aim.[/b] "Ey!" [b]Omnus calls out, as loud as possible.[/b] "Enough!" [b]Zyln looks as though he sighs, and the Sun Spear disappears, as he puts down his bow.[/b] "So... you wanna call it there? Since The Voice bailed."
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[b]Considering that Yuria's left arm has been blown off, her mask torn in half, and the fact that she didn't look too good either way, you'd think that she'd give up.[/b] [i][u]"...We...could try a 1v1..."[/u][/i]
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"Um... Iza would disapprove...." [b]Omnus shifts uncomfortably.[/b]
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[i][u]"...O-okay..."[/u][/i]
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"Anyway... you should probably... I dunno, get a new arm?" [b]Zyln appears next to Yuria.[/b] "[i]Hey! Good job surviving that. High five? Oh... wait... never mind.....[/i]"
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[b]She raises up her other arm.[/b] [i][u]"Y-yeah..."[/u][/i]
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"[i]Uh....[/i]" "You need some help...."
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[u][i]"I'm aware.."[/i][/u]
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"Um... I'll go ask... somebody... with a-DOES ANYBODY HERE EVEN HAVE MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE?" "[i]Chill, Omn. Chill.[/i]"
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[i][u]"...D...damnit..."[/u][/i]
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"Hm. Iza took out my heart and put it back in. Not really in a romantic way. Maybe she has medical knowledge...." "[i]Omn, I don't think surgery and a person bleeding to death are related.[/i]" "Hey, Yuria lost an arm. That's pretty surgical."
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[i][u]"Blown off...it was blown off..."[/u][/i]
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"[i]Sorry....[/i]" "Should I go get Iz?"
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[i][u]"You're fine...and no..."[/u][/i]
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"Alright... but an arm was blown off... [i]an arm....[/i]"
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[i][u]"I'm...I'm fine...I'll go get a prosthetic or something...[/u][/i]
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"Hey, I'm good with prosthetics. I could help...." [b]He seems to feel a little responsible for Zyln blowing her -blam!-ing arm off.[/b] "After all, I [i]am[/i] a cyborg."
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[i]"O-okay..•[/i]
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"Alright... come to my room, I can work easier there...." [b]He looks at Iza, hoping she isn't paying attention.[/b]
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[b]Iza is. But she simply nods at Omnus, sorta smiling. Yuria follows him to his room.[/b]
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[b]Omnus sighs, sitting at the desk in his messy laboratory. He opens a tool box.[/b] "Alright, let's see... prosthetic arm. I'll get to work immediately... let me see your size." [b]He motions for Yuria to come closer.[/b]
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[b]Yuria walks over, sighing and breathing in pain.[/b]
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[b]Omnus closely examines her body (I need to put a lenny here, but it's the dojo.).[/b] "Alright...." [b]He sets to work, his arms blurring as he moves.[/b]
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[b]He's with Iza though... Yuria is silent.[/b]
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[b]Yeah, I know. But then again, drama might be an overrated genre, but lots of people like it. I'm kidding. About ten minutes later, Omnus had finished a robotic arm.[/b] "You ready to become a cyborg, Yuria?"
