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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/3/2016 3:14:45 PM
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[b]Hours seemed to pass under the gas, but any clock would have said only a few seconds had slipped by...[/b]
[b]The purple haze eventually lifted, Damien in the center of the room, laying on his back staring up at the ceiling... His helmet folded back. He looked pale, and his eyes were glossy.[/b]
[i]"You wanna call this one off...?"[/i]
[b]He called out, his voice shaky. Probably what he got for using his latest prototype in battle...[/b]
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[i]The knightess didn't respond, but only leaned back against one of the remaining marble pillars at the right side of the room, her breath rather shaky, as if she was actually scared by what she had seen. It could have been much worse, but the gore certainly made her panic. One of her three biggest fears was intense gore, which the hallucination-causing gas exploited greatly. She only looked down at her armored feet, as she was unsure of how to respond to Damien after what she had witnessed.[/i]
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[i]"I'll go with yes... That one needs to be... Worked on some more."[/i] [b]Damien was in the process of creating a heavy agitant after his fight with Ronin... But he had clearly gotten something wrong. He would've apologized... But his mind was still numb... Instead, giving a slight motion to signify his wrong doing.[/b]
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"Y-Yeah..." [i]"Yeah" was the only thing that the young knightess said, her voice shaky and stuttering. She was honestly disturbed by the whole situation, as...well, she hadn't really experienced something of this magnitude yet, though she knew that she would.[/i]
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[i]"Well... That settles it. I owe you lunch or maybe a coffee."[/i] [b]He mumbled, rolling to his feet slowly. He didn't mean it romantically, rather just a courteous gesture. He liked Olivia... As far as new people went. Interesting people were always nice to have on good terms.[/b] [b]With a sigh, he wiped his eyes and used his metal glove to flick away the beads of sweat on his forehead.[/b] [i]"Unless you are a robot... Or if you don't care for company."[/i] [b]He seemed to recover quick, but it helped that he had a neural sensors providing low pressure to his brain every few minutes.[/b]
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"...I-I guess I'd like some company...thanks." [i]The knightess only sighed, holstering and sheathing her weaponry after speaking in a hushed, low tone. She respected Damien quite a lot: he had bothered to assist her with a child, and she still couldn't find a way to thank him for it. She hadn't fought that well against him, and nearly broke down at the sight of gore.[/i] "So, uh...should I shut the virtual reality down?"
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[b]Damien shrugged... Clearly still slightly dazed. But he had a solution on hand. Suddenly two large syringe packs blasted from his armor, Star Wars style. Each one contained bright blue liquid. With a simple kick, Damien lobed one towards Olivia, catching the other with a hand. He wouldn't admit it, most of Olivia's shotgun shells had horrible pelted his armor after tearing through the pillar... Some hitting deep.[/b] [b]With a twist of the back end, Damien slid the needle into his shoulder, color almost instantly returning to his face.[/b] [i]"It's up to you... I'm sure it will construct it the same way again if you came back..."[/i] [b]And with that, Damien nodded to her...[/b] [i]"I think it best we rest up first though... Besides... I need to find a way to get money. I'll be around though, so I'll probably find the tall woman with a spear fairly easily... I hope..."[/i]
