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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 2:35:05 PM
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[spoiler]Well...here goes nothing.[/spoiler]
[i]The Vileblood Huntress truly couldn't comprehend how she had gotten so lucky in a situation that wasn't going in her favor. Stowing the Rakuyo away silently, Irina only grinned towards Lothran, a sick glint in her eyes as she began approaching, her boots bloodied and covered in mud. She only stared at Lothran, stopping when she was about three feet away from the amnesiac man. She didn't understand at all, but...it didn't matter. Lothran belonged to her now, that was for sure. He was simply a husk, with the weapons of a truly dangerous man.
Irina didn't bother to kill him. She wanted to change him, manipulate him. This Hunter of Hunters...would serve her.
She kept up her sickening grin, her pale blue eyes staring at Lothran's face casually. She raised a gloved hand to shake the Hunter's hand. Irina was an extremely manipulative person, so she had to act as if she actually cared for him.[/i]
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[u]Smiling in return, Lothran raised his own hand and held it out, shaking Irina's with a firm grip seemingly impossible for one of such frail body structure. As the other half of his mask falls off, a single tear falls from his left eye as if it knows what's going on. Unbeknownst to the amnesiac, part of him was still alive... Trapped may it be, it could still see the events unfolding. A confused look crossing his face, he lets go of her hand to wipe the tears away.[/u] "[i]What is this strange feeling I have? My eye cries, and yet there is nothing to be sad about. I have met a new friend, and yet... I feel empty.[/i]" [u]Pondering the feeling, a personality clashes against restraints in his mind, struggling... Tearing at the bonds that chain it down. Tears run down it's face as it watches the allegiance and honor it had teared down around it.[/u]
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[i]Irina didn't answer the previous Hunter's odd question, but not because she didn't know or because she couldn't speak: she just didn't want to tell him in general. A look of apparent sorrow and even...pity...crossed the pale face of the Vileblood, as she raised her left hand to wipe some of the blood on Lothran's own face off. In truth, this was all just a sickening bluff: she would have loved to run him through with her own fist, but...that would have to wait, for now. Lothran would have to be trained into a killing machine once more.[/i]
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[u]Smiling, unaware of the manipulation going on behind this cruel woman's seemingly caring demeanor, Lothran cries tears of joy and confusion. Completely unaware of what's going on, or who he was and what he had been doing before, he thinks that he has found somebody that he can trust.[/u] "[i]I have not met anybody as nice as you in my lifetime, not since... Since...[/i]" [u]He scrunches up his eyebrows, trying to remember of the past events that led up to this meeting.[/u] "[i]Strange... I shan't be able to remember, and it scares me... I feel as if something's missing, crying out to me to say something's wrong.[/i]
