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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 3:35:18 AM
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[b]Chloe was about to ask what was wrong with her clothes before she realized that she had a free pass Togo shopping.[/b]
[i]"Okay!"[/i]
[b]She responded with a large smile overtaking her face, eyes glowing with excitement.[/b]
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[i] They began walking through the courtyard and into a side branch of the Dojo. Walking through hallways and passed several stores, technology, men's clothing, food places, until they reached a place that looked like it was a massive women's clothing store, even with employees. It was ridiculously large, despite what it looked like on the outside. Some of the women working the counter and stocking shelves and racks gave Chloe a wide eyed look at her attire, but a death stare from Desmond made them look away. Some of them could be seen whispering and giggling to others, glancing towards Desmond and Chloe's way.[/i] "Go wild, it's on me." [i] He said. He figured she hadn't brought any money with her, she didn't seem like the planning type. He pulled a cigarette from a pocket, using his fingertip flame to light it despite the looks he was getting from people. None dared speak up though. [/i]
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[b]Chloe padded quietly through the store, nothing really catching her eye until she came upon a full dress. The top was a long black silk, the bottom a white skirt.[/b] [i]"This one!"[/i] [b]She said triumphantly, as if she had made some great victory.[/b]
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"Anything else..?" [i] He says with a raised eyebrow. The place had literally everything, ranging from bathing suits, to pajamas, to makeup and accessories. Desmond had more than enough money to pay for anything she wanted, but he wasn't about to help her pick anything out. That was a line he wasn't crossing. [/i]
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[i]"Uhh..."[/i] [b]She continued to wander around, picking up clothes as she went. Blue sweater. Purple stockings. Black shirts. White jeans... Most of the stuff seemed normal, but to her, the clothes were exotic and strange she wanted to wear it all.[/b] [i]"Done!"[/i] [b]She finally called out, carrying an abundance of clothes, some hanging over her head and shoulders.[/b]
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[i] He shook his head at the sight of her, walking up to a counter where a young and cute blonde was working the register. [/i] "Hello.." [i] She said and trailed off at the sight of Desmond in his armor, and Chloe with clothes on her everywhere, putting them on the counter.[/i] "Will that be cash or credit sir?" [i] She asked Desmond after she rang the clothes up and began putting them in bags, as Desmond pulled out a wad of cash that was held together by a black money clip, handing her two large bills. [/i] "Cash." [i] Cash didn't leave a paper trail. He didn't bother with the change to the astounded look on the cashier's face, grabbing the bags for Chloe. Was this what he'd come to? Carrying bags after a shopping spree? Ugh. He needed to kill someone. [/i]
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[b]Chloe raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. She didn't seem to mind the awkward stares or looks... Uninterested in the people working around the counters.[/b] [b]She followed Desmond out, bare feet still not making much noise as the lights of the darkened area giving off all kinds of signals.[/b] [i]"What else do they have?"[/i]
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[i] He smirked.[/i] "It'd be easier to list what they don't have. The place is a sprawling complex with just about everything. Coffee shops, swimming pool, gyms, supermarkets, clothing stores, movie theaters, all kinds of food places. Literally, everything." [i] It almost made Desmond's head hurt to think a place like this existed. He grew up on the streets with nothing, and here people had everything just for showing up.[/i]
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[i]"They must have monuments and sights too, right? We should find those..."[/i] [b]She looks around, noting the Martyr shrine not far off... Along with the stairs leading to the sim room... And the end walls leading towards the outside world...[/b] [i]"It's all so impressive. I'm not sure what to do first to be honest."[/i]
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"That shrine is dedicated to someone named Cobalt Phoenix. A legend from here, supposedly. A resident here told me about it while I was scouting." [i] He didn't tell her that the resident he'd met was one of the most dangerous men he'd ever met, and had sniffed him out even while stealthed. Who wore demon masks anyways? Dude gave him the creeps. [/i] "Lets go to the sim room. I wanna show you something." [i] He indicated the room not too far away, and he figured it would show what he wanted. [/i]
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[i]"Sure... But what's a sim room?"[/i] [b]She asked, walking towards the indicated room. It certainly stood out. More sleek and modern compared to the other rooms.[/b]
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"It's a room that brings up an environment of your choice. Sim is short for simulation." [i] They enter into the sleek and modernized room, the walls all black and blank.[/i] "Almost as if you were really there."
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[i]"Well, I guess that makes some sense... You'll show me how this works right?"[/i] [b]She looked up and down at the walls, interest trained on the strange walls.[/b]
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"It's simple." [i] He spoke aloud, looking at one of the walls. [/i] "Midycru, Cenaria, Glass Palace." [i] The walls shifted, like they were flying through the sky as a picture flickered onto them. They were high above a city, easily recognizable in the sense it was divided into districts. The west side seemed to be the slums, the east side were mansions And such, a much richer neighborhood. The city was in the middle of an expanse of rolling green hills, rivers criss crossing the land. As for the time period and setting, it was almost like an older scenery. Where only knives and swords and bows exist as weapons, but that wasn't true because Desmond carried guns.[/i] [i] The most notable part was what Desmond had spoken, and they could both see. The sun was just barely below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the land. And the giant glass palace reflected it spectacularly. The Glass Palace was exactly what it sounded like. A sprawling, massive Palace with domes, slanted roofs, spires, all made of a blue-ish green glass. The sunlight reflected off of it, giving it a flaming look, and it was nothing short of magnificent and awesome.[/i]
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[i]"What is this place?"[/i] [b]Chloe asked in awe, never seeing something so... Luminous and perfected. The artificial sun didn't damage her thankfully, which was a strange feeling... But the scenery had distracted her anyways. Nothing in Elunove had been so beautiful.[/b]
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"Home. The city anyway. The King lives in the palace. The city Cenaria, on the continent Midycru." [i] Desmond said with slight spite to the words. He hated the King. He was the one who'd blackmailed his master into attempting to kill him, and thus forced Desmond to murder the only father figure he'd ever had. [/i]
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[i]"It seems lovely... But all things are a facade, hm?"[/i] [b]Chloe was certainly naive and young... But she wasn't stupid. She knew a false appearance when she saw one.[/b]
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"What do you mean? Yes, it's simple an image. But the place does exist." [i] He wasn't quite sure what she meant, whether the fact the sim room was fake? Because that was obvious.[/i]
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[i]"I mean... It's sinister. You clearly left for a reason. Something bad lurks in the city."[/i] [b]She looked at the divided districts, then to Desmond, her normal smile faded away.[/b]
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"Besides a corrupt King and ten other wetboys out for my neck? Yeah, sinister is a decent adjective." [i] He said with a smirk, and she'd realize that was the first time she'd ever heard the term "wetboy."[/i]
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[i]"Wetboy?"[/i] [b]She questioned, her eyes instinctively looking over Desmond and his gear.[/b]
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"They're hired killers, assassins but far better. We scoff at the term assassin, because assassins have targets. We have deaders. Meaning when a contract is put on someone, they're as good as dead." [i] He doesn't look at her as he explains for the first time exactly what he was. Boiled down, he killed people for money. [/i]
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[i]"Do you enjoy your work, Desmond...? Are you happy?"[/i] [b]She asked, giving him a strange stare, her voice turning fragile as she asked her questions. She couldn't imagine such a life... But there were many thing she couldn't imagine, and most couldn't imagine taking a step into her place.[/b]
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"I used to hate it. But it was my only ticket out of being a guild rat. Lower than scum in the Warrens, the slums of Cenaria. Being a wetboy was my only way out." [i] He talks, crossing his arms as he looked over the landscape of Cenaria.[/i] "Now.. it's a part of me. I don't like it, but it's a part of me. For the last twelve years that's all I've known is learning what herbs killed, how to slice someone's throat so they're blood doesn't spray on you.." [i] He stopped, looking at her.[/i] "There's so much blood on my hands at this point, there's no concept of redemption."
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[i]"I disagree. Every second you spend with me is redemption. You don't need to change every life to be a hero, just one..."[/i] [b]Her warm smile returned, almost motherly in a way... [/b] [i]"But... That's just my perception..."[/i]
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[i] Desmond almost scoffed at her, but that was something Durzo would've done, not him. He wasn't that cynical or rude. Desmond smiles slightly and nods.[/i] "Your perception is something that many people could've used in Cenaria. Do you wanna see your home?" [i] He questioned.[/i]
