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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 1:50:34 PM
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[i] As the rain fell in torrents and washed dirt and blood away alike, Chloe could hear the faintest whisper of footsteps splashing in the mud, but knowing her companion, she only heard them because he wanted her to.
A black fur cloak seemed to materialize around her shoulders, draped over her back and around her chest, adding some warmth to the situation and leeching the cold away.
Her ever faithful traveling companion materialized beside her, sitting in his black armor, glowing blue eyes iridescent in the low light.
Desmond Galloway had his ever present armory on him. Chay-Tac .408 Intervention sniper rifle on his back, M45A1 pistol on his hip, shock staff mag-locked beside his rifle, Bowie knife on his leg holster, and a dozen pouches lined his chest, holding whatever herbs he may use. His helmet was retracted, a special trick where it simply folded down around his collar instead of being manually removed.[/i]
"Rain is the bane of my existence."
[i] He muttered, brushing his sleek dark hair backwards on his head, not having a cigarette between his lips for once. Probably had something to do with the fact that surprisingly, flame didn't do well in water. [/i]
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[i]"I suppose..."[/i] [b]She finished with a mumble, a yawn escaping her for a moment.[/b] [i]"What about you? How are you doing?"[/i] [b]With a gentle smile, lines began to swim over her skin before settling on her hands and feet once again... As if they had disappeared while she slept.[/b]
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"Tired.. but that's nothing new." [i] For another day, he was going without sleep. He wasn't one to complain, but he couldn't wait to get to the Dojo so he could actually take a nap...or a coma. [/i] "How are your feet?"
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[i]"Still hurt... But I can fix them now..."[/i] [b]She touched her wounds softly, the lines running across them before they sealed and closed, scars disappearing with them.[/b] [i]"I just needed sometime to recharge and rest."[/i]
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[i] He nods, offering her a hand up and bolstering his pistol at his waist.[/i] "It's only a half hour's walk up the stairs. Maybe. We can get some real food and rest once we're there."
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[i]"Sounds welcoming..."[/i] [b]She responded, a little wobbly on her feet, but she certainly felt better. Beyond that, now that the sun was mostly down, she didn't have to use her veil... Less hassle.[/b]
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[i] He smiled, walking away from the forest after taking the tent down and packing it back up. He left his helmet off, hair swept backwards and tattoo peeking over his collarbone. It was where he'd been stabbed by a poisoned blade, and Chloe had saved him. He'd gotten a tattoo to cover it, because he didn't believe in the whole "wear your scars proudly" bullshit. He didn't like the way it looked, so he covered it.[/i] "What was your home like?" [i] He questions as they began to climb the steps. He didn't know much about what she'd run away from, and nor her about him. He wasn't one to be curious, but anything to keep the walk less boring. [/i]
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[i]"Dark... Very dark. Constantly in perpetual night. Only an hour of daylight, and two hours of twilight."[/i] [b]She mused, following behind quietly, her bare feet making no sound.[/b] [i]"And it was small. Not a big place..."[/i] [b]She seemed glad to be away from the place, but almost upset too. She left everything behind... And even then some.[/b]
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"Sounds like my kind of place.." [i] He says quietly. He loved the darkness, it was a wetboy's dream environment. He shook his head at that thought, Chloe didn't know that was his title either. Wetboy's were far better than assassins. Assassin's had targets, Wetboy's had deaders. In the sense that once they were marked for a contract, they were as good as dead. [/i]
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[i]"Perhaps... Not much happens there though. The politics always argue and threaten each other, but never actually start anything... Cowards... All of them..."[/i] [b]Chloe had refused to join such a caustic and mentally deficient group of people long ago, not exactly a fan of their idiotic rambles and jibes.[/b]
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[i] He smirks. That was the difference between her world and his. In his world, if a threat was made, it was carried out. Always. Midycru wasn't a nice place. [/i] "What was your position there? Or rather, your parents? We're they important in any way?"
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[i]"They were the Correctors of the main citadel, the highest position. I was heir to it, but I was almost forced into a marriage to receive it. I didn't want the position or marriage."[/i] [b]She scowled, very unpleased with her pompous parents. They didn't even raise her. Maids did that, but it was a new on every week so she never grew attached to one. Her parents just cared about money and their seat.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 10/9/2016 12:20:54 AM"Respectable , that you got up and left." [i] He nods in agreement with the statement.[/i] "Takes heart to give up everything. I know plenty of people who would've sat there and pouted."
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[i]"Well... I don't dare marry a man I can't love... In fact, I don't want to marry at all... I just want to be free... "[/i] [b]Responsibility was one thing, but burdens were another. And the moment a responsibility was a burden... She didn't dare continue with it.[/b]
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"Never?" [i] He questioned, eyes looking at her sideways. While he detested the idea of relationships, he was surprised someone else may have also. Most people's dreams were to find someone they love and settle down. [/i]
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[i]"Too much hassle. Not enough reward for the struggle."[/i] [b]She shakes her head in distaste. There was nothing in a second half that she could appreciate... It was... Annoying.[/b] [i]"Maybe at some other point... When I'm old and can't travel anymore."[/i]
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[i] He chuckled lightly. She had fire, that was for sure. [/i] "To each her own I suppose." [i] His opinion on love was a lot more cynical. When you had ties to people, you gave them a card to play against you. Relationships were ropes, and love was the ultimate noose. If your enemies had your loved ones, they had you by the throat. And as of right now, there was no one anyone could use against him. [/i]
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[i]"You don't agree...? I didn't take you for the kind to enjoy... Social interaction in any sort."[/i] [b]She gave him a curious stare, her cool demeanor returning immediately. There was only a few that she could understand. Desmond would probably never be one of those people.[/b]
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"I detest love for a different reason. When you live a life like mine, and with someone waiting to end your existence every waking moment, having people for them to use against you is another advantage you give them." [i] He began to talk, the most Chloe had heard him speak on one subject at one time.[/i] "My master died the same way. One of his enemies got a hold of his daughter, and to keep her safe, he was to kill me. I killed him, and they killed his daughter anyways." [i] Desmond didn't seem proud that he'd murdered his master. The little times he'd spoken about him to Chloe, Desmond loved the man. He was like a father to him.[/i]
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[b]Chloe blinked slowly, troubled by his words... Desmond didn't seem purely stone cold... But she could never tell.[/b] [i]"I'm sorry Desmond... I know it's not much... But you have my sympathies..."[/i] [b]Chloe couldn't bring the past back, and sometimes she thought what she would do if she could... But maybe Desmond was stronger because of it all. She had to hope.[/b]
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[i] He scoffed with a smile, looking at her.[/i] "I never understood why people give their condolences and sympathies to someone. They don't realize that it doesn't make it sting any less." [i] But the way he was talking, it didn't seem like it stung at all.[/i] "I understand you mean well."
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[i]"Mmm..."[/i] [b]All she could do was hum her confirmation. Words were only so powerful... Actions seemed to speak louder after all.[/b] [b]She had been so busy in thought on the conversation, she didn't realize that they had reached the Dojo gates...[/b]
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"They basically have an open door policy, and a ridiculous amount of real estate. Stores, shops, food, living space. You name it." [i] He says, walking right into the gates and going through one of the many courtyards he'd scouted before. [/i]
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[i]"I see... Must be popular."[/i] [b]She remarked, as the sun eventually dipped completely and darkness swept over the Dojo.[/b] [i]"You scouted this place that quickly?"[/i]
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"You don't get to be the best by being slow." [i] He says with a smirk. [/i] "Where do you wanna go first?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/10/2016 2:34:43 AM[i]"Why don't you pick? It's all a journey for me..."[/i] [b]She smiles happily as she hurried a little to catch up, lagging behind a bit on the stairs.[/b]
