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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 5:52:22 AM
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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]
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[b]As the sun moved, the only seemingly abnormal thing was the lack of animals. There were insects and plants, but this place either had no small lifeforms, or they had been scared off.[/b]
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[i] Desmond leaned his head back against the tree bark, eyes on the grass and forest. Bodyguarding was boring, to say the least. He'd never asked why Chloe had to avoid the sun, but he guessed it had something to do with the fact she glowed. Maybe that was an adaptation of her home. [/i]
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[b]As the sun set, Chloe eventually awoke, the sleep seemingly only changing how bright her eyes were. It was like her body was perpetually stuck in its looks... She said nothing and made no motions besides watching the sun drift down.[/b] [b]She took a deep breath, seemingly disoriented as if she forgot where she was and what had happened in the past few hours.[/b]
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[i] Desmond materialized beside her, looking her up and down with a glance.[/i] "Sleep well?" [i] He questioned.[/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]
