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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/6/2016 1:36:40 AM
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[b]She seemed confused by what he meant, but complied anyways, taking his gently and standing up with a wince. She hadn't noticed how painful the wounds were until recently.[/b]
[i]"Ready..."[/i]
[b]She remarks, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, long lines snaking across his body as her strange abilities seemed to investigate him... Study him... Transferring onto his body in partiality.[/b]
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[i] He hooks his hands around the back of her knees/thighs, weighing not even twenty pounds with his suit. He began to trudge through the grass, glancing down at his chest.[/i] "Why does your magic do that?"
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[b]She seemed surprised by his strength, and his touch, her eyes widening slightly, a small blush snaking up her cheeks.[/b] [i]"It means trust... Like... An embrace."[/i] [b]The lines didn't exactly cover his whole body, but they formed patterns and shapes, mostly taking the forms of cog like structures or flowers.[/b]
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[i] He was nonchalant about it, his eyes flicking over his torso. One part of him almost laughed at the words she spoke. Anyone with sense wouldn't trust him, especially that close. He could kill her right now if he chose, and it almost confused him why she was so content about it. She knew what he was..well, for the most part. She knew he killed people for money, but she hadn't known the kinds of things that had entailed. [/i] "Interesting.." [i] He said quietly. [/i]
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[b]She looked at him quietly, her eyes drifting to his armor. It felt like some kind of weather resistant coat, maybe... And it smelled of the same carbon fibers she was used to at home. Minerals weren't really different here or there. But beyond that, she felt safe with him. She hadn't known him for an extremely long time... But she had known him long enough. Long enough to know that he wasn't all just cold resilience and rough edges. He was more... And she felt comfortable with him.[/b] [b]As they went, she leaned her head against his shoulder, the lines retracting, running across her instead.[/b]
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[i] He secured his grip on her legs as she hugged herself to his back, his armor seeming to emanate warmth against her body and leeching the chill from her. What would armor be without internal heating and cooling systems? He reached into one of the pouches along his belt, pulling a small bundle of leaves from it. Leaves from an Ice Akarso, a plant that brought warmth and relief, along with reducing pain. Only found in the coldest parts of where he was from, and addictive if taken in large quantities. Made a nice knockout concoction if mixed with some other herbs he carried. But in that amount, it would just make the ride for her easier. He didn't believe in anything that dulled the senses or messed with ones judgement. For himself, or someone he was giving it to anyway.[/i] "Put these under your tongue. They'll dissolve and taste good." [i] An interesting part of the herb was whatever the person found most enjoyable, was what it would taste like to them. [/i]
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[b]She gently grabbed hold of the leaves and did as directed, the taste coming like water sweetened with honey. An old drink served when she had been sick as a child. It reminded her of her parents, but in a good way.[/b] [b]It was strange though... The way Desmond seemed to have a tool or item for every situation. The perpetual planner...[/b] [i]"Thank you..."[/i] [b]She said at last, warmth moving over her body in waves, soaking into her skin and bringing relief.[/b]
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"Mmhm." [i] He said, eyes ahead on the path they were taking. He hadn't gotten far without being prepared all these years, that was for sure. [/i] "What did they taste like?" [i] He was oddly curious for some reason. To him.. they tasted like nothing. [/i]
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[i]"Sweetened water... Like the kind my mother used to give me..."[/i] [b]She responded, not at all bothered by the question. Usually it was her trying to figure something out... And Desmond inquiring about something was a nice, if not odd change in pace.[/b] [i]"What about you...? What's it like for you?"[/i]
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"Nothing." [i] He says with a slight shrug of his shoulders, jostling her arms a bit. [/i] "Dried herbs, how they should actually taste." [i] He wasn't sure if it was because he didn't really have a favorite anything, or for some other reason. But he knew that they taste like leaves, as expected. [/i]
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[i]"I see..."[/i] [b]She falls quiet once more, her eyes tracing up the steps as dawn slowly approaches.[/b] [i]"Desmond... The sun..."[/i] [b]She had never really explained it to him, but every time the sun started to come up, she covered herself up and hid away. This time was no different than the others.[/b]
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"Do you just wanna camp out until the sun goes down?" [i]He questioned her, dropping her to her feet gingerly (hehe, get it?) and pulling the cloak over her shoulders and pulling the hood up over her head. There was a copse of trees nearby to the right of the steps on the edge of the forest, it would offer dense shade and he had a small one person tent in the large pack he carried. [/i]
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[i]"That would be nice..."[/i] [b]She remarked, looking where he ha spouted out the clearing. She enjoyed his observatory nature, seeing promise where she didn't.[/b] [i]"Your keen eyes are nifty."[/i]
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"It pays to be observant." [i] He said, picking her up once again in his arms this time, carrying her the short distance to the copse of trees nearby. Underneath, the leaves and branches overhead made for such a dense canopy no light was getting through. He set her down carefully once again, and opened his pack. Within minutes, he had his small one person tent erected, motioning towards it for Chloe. [/i] "Take a nap, meditate, pray, whatever you wanna do. I'll wake you when the sun goes down."
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[b]She sat down in the tent, a long sigh escaping her lungs, her body worn out. It didn't take long before she slumped back, almost as if dead. There, she slept soundly, her breathing coming out long and low. She seemed strangely peaceful, in any state.[/b] [b]But, it helped that she felt comforted by Desmond's ever so precise senses. He was in a way, the perfect defender... She hadn't meet anyone yet that was quite like him.[/b]
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[i] As soon as she went inside the tent and fell asleep, Desmond's cloaking on his armor initiated as he leaned quietly against a nearby tree. Ever present..ever watchful. He had his M45A1 in hand, but he doubted he'd need it. No one had tried anything yet, and if everyone was smart, They wouldn't. [/i]
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[i]"Bang! Your dead!"[/i] [b]A voice suddenly cracked the splitting air, quiet... But brutally loud... Like an assault on the mind. Like a thunderstorm... It was distinctly male, but also had a certain... Metallic feel to it.[/b]
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[i] Desmond froze, finger on his pistol trigger. There was no way someone had seen him. He was completely quiet, and hidden from all thermal and other optics. Unless it was magic.. he still didn't move. Just because you thought someone saw you, didn't mean they did.[/i]
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[b]The voice cackled before green and blue flame erupted around the scene, a fall figure taking shape.[/b] [i]"Settle down now, it's the smell..."[/i] [b]As if he was reading his mind, he metal monstrosity looked off towards the tent. He was... He had no body... He... What was he...? It was like something that could have only come out of a bizarre imagination... He had teeth pointed like a sharks, and a horn that peeled back like a Roman Warrior head piece. But his armaments were the terrifying part. Two massive revolvers with long barrels that ended in crow skulls, a massive canon, and a two handed ax.[/b] [b]The gruff voice started again, the flames not catching onto the wood or grass of the forestry.[/b] [i]"I saw you awhile back... As did my compatriot... I came to investigate the newcomers."[/i]
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[i] Desmond materialized into existence, pistol at his side and armored eyes on The new arrival. He was no stranger to well, strange, but this guy was something else.[/i] "Halloween come early?"
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[i]"I'm the Easter bunny you dumbass..."[/i] [b]The figure grinned and crouched, looking at Chloe. For some reason, his voice didn't wake her... Almost as if he wasn't really speaking... But Desmond suddenly realized that he couldn't remember this figure opening his mouth at all... [/b] [i]"And she must be...? Important...?"[/i]
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"Yeah. Now take two steps back." [i] He said out loud, even though he had his suspicions about the communication of this guy. Either way, he didn't scream bad guy, but Desmond hadn't gotten far by trusting a "maybe." His hand brushed the sniper rifle on his back, looking the..thing up and down. [/i] "Otherwise you'll see why I'm more of the Boogeyman than an Easter Bunny." [i] A smirk crossed his lips. [/i]
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[i]"Calm down... "[/i] [b]He shakes his head and gets to his feet, flames lapping at the air greedily as he looks out towards the Dojo.[/b] [i]"So... That begs the question doesn't it? My colleague wants to know about your friend. What's up with her?"[/i]
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"Besides being as meek as a mouse? Nothing." [i] Desmond narrows his eyes. He didn't like the way the man was talking about a "colleague," but the way he spoke showed that he didn't run the show with whoever he was talking about.[/i]
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[i]"Eh... Guess that's something. I'll admit, you two don't resonate as much... But I guess I'll learn one way or another."[/i] [b]With a click, he looked up, the sky around him unfurling until pieces of his armor began to ascend, the flames following. Then, like a dream, he just left...[/b]
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[i] Desmond raised an eyebrow at the show, curious as to what just happened. He'd seen a lot of strange things, but that was up there. He didn't relax, rather, cloaking himself once again and holding his pistol, guarding the tent and waiting for any other newcomers as the sun slowly creeped across the sky. [/i]
