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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/6/2016 3:04:21 AM
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[b]Sandello turned around while still sitting in his chair, he looked at her with an expression of disappointment. He spoke quietly.[/b]
"Irina... you could've been a great asset to my organization, but you traded it all for mass murdering. So disorganized, so disgustingly barbaric, yet as a person, you fit none of those qualities. It's a shame we hate each other so much..."
[b]He stood up, still staring at her.[/b]
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[i]The huntress didn't even falter, as if she was frozen into place. Her gloved hands had found their way into her thin coat's pocket, while rain drizzled down from the heavens outside. It wasn't like she could speak to Sandello anyway, since she was mute. And if she could...she didn't know what to say anyways. Sandello was...polite. Calm. Like a scolding father to a trouble-causing child, which in this cause was Irina. If the father had the intent of murdering the child, assuming Sandello planned on killing her.[/i]
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[b]Sandello walked closer to Irina, keeping his hands open, making sure she wouldn't think he was going for a weapon. [/b] "I know you can't speak, if you could, maybe we could understand each other better. Maybe I could understand your motives... I don't like killing people, but when they are so bold to my face, so insulting to my family, I can't just let that happen. I hope you understand."
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[i]She only nodded, while staring right at Sandello's hands. As he got closer, her hands exited her pockets, as she simply positioned then to where they were beside her weapons. Chances were, Sandello was armed, perhaps with a throwing knife or small gun. She didn't know.[/i]
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[b]Sandello sighed.[/b] "Don't worry, I'll give you a chance if you'd like..."
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[i]Irina only tilted her head, although she assumed a position that looked as if she was ready to lunge right at Sandello, or perhaps dodge out of the way of...something. She was honestly terrified: what was he doing? Why was he taking so long? Was he trying to trick her? She didn't understand at all.[/i]
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[b]Sandello started to walk away. [/b] "Then let's not waste any time." [b]He reached inside his jacket, pulling out a revolver. He turned around and it started to glow as he raised it to her.[/b]
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[i]Irina suddenly reached into her own, swiftly retrieving a throwing knife as Sandello reached for the gun and threw it straight at his hand with the firearm. Funny enough, it was as if she didn't intend to kill him, as a look of apparent grief was on her face as she threw the blade.[/i]
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[b]The gun fell from his hand, but his hand didn't look injured much. He looked up and saw her face. He remained silent, staring at her with a look of compassion and sympathy. After a while, he spoke.[/b] "What is it, my dear?"
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[i]Her hands retreating to her pockets once more, Irina simply shrugged, sighing lightly afterwards. She was really, really not in the mood to kill someone, as she was considering a lot of things recently. Her actions. Her purpose. Besides, it wasn't like there was a reason for her to kill Sandello. He had plenty of reasons to kill her, however.[/i]
