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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/17/2016 2:11:49 AM
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[b]And there she was. Yet again. She had stood at that same spot for hours. Ry was a patient woman, but a scared one. Scared all the time of everyone, scared they would hit her, scared they would mock her, scared they would burn her. Nevertheless, she stood diligently in the Dojo's first courtyard, waiting for nothing. Perhaps she was waiting for them to come and attack, as they always did. Perhaps she was waiting for her mother and father, who would never come. She knew that, and Ly knew that. They knew no one would come. They were safe now. Ry thought it, at least. Her and her brother could finally live in peace, away from the people who wished to hurt her. So, there she stood, in her orange winter coat, which had many, intricate designs of fire lining it. She looked down at her heavy, winter pants, same color, same design. Her boots were a little different, at least. Same color, no design. She held her hands up to the sky, admiring them, in their well-craftedness. They were given to her by her mother, as she had given Ly his. She let her hands go limp at her sides again, having tried to forget their mother long ago. Years, it seemed. Her hood was pulled up over her purple hair, the pink skin was easier to explain. Orange ski goggles also covered part of her face, that of her eyes. Yellow eyes tended to pop out, were noticeable. And the last thing she wanted was to be noticed. If a passerby would pay attention, they could hear a soft sizzling. That was her skin being burned by the plasma armor under her robes, which were under her coat. The plasma burned, but the burn felt nice, a sign that the Sun watched over her. Still, she stood there, waiting. Hoping.[/b]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[b]Damien was always one for a simple stroll, cigarette in between his upper lip and lower metal jaw that was held in place by two clamps that ran down his metal neck. He was wearing a typical Damien style attire, consisting of baggy jeans, heavy fur boots, a white t-shirt, and his massive olive green fur coat with the massive hood around his spiky blonde hair. Only his sharp yellow eyes peered out as he went, walking no where in particular before he spotted Ry.[/b] [b]He was instantly concerned, his super sonic hearing picking up on the sound with ease. He moved closer, while still maintaining some distance, giving a slight wave.[/b] [i]"Ma'am! Are you okay?"[/i] [b]He called out from his spot, eyes narrowing to thin slits, like a cat's eye, as he observed her. One of the perks of controlling sound was such hearing... And the sound of sizzling and burning never quite rang out well.[/b]
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[b]The sudden loud noise caught Ry off guard, and frankly scared her witless. She jumped in the air, and landed face-down in the dirt. She probably would've pissed her pants, had she not basically taught herself not to. She landed right in her stomach, pressing her armor harder onto her, and it made the sizzling louder. She winced in pain, and hit her nose on the ground, and it began to bleed. It wasn't broken, but it hurt like hell. Neon yellow blood seeped from her nostril, onto the ground. She was a mess at this point, mumbling incoherent words in an accent unidentifiable, but not distracting.[/b]
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[i]"Uhh. What the fūck just happened...?"[/i] [b]Damien jogs up to her, crouching low as he looks her over.[/b] [i]"Miss... You alright? I'll go get a medic..."[/i] [b]His eyes trailed over to the yellow fluid in shock, not familiar with people who had yellow body fluid in their nose.[/b] [i]"Or... I'll give you a STIM..."[/i]
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[b]She mumbled word after word, failing to make any understandable words, until she finally calmed down and got a few out.[/b] "I-I-I'm okay..." [b]She got up to her knees, wiping the blood away from her ideas she climbed to them. She was scared by the man, as she was with everyone else. Her goggles had fallen down during her tumble, and revealed two striking, yellow eyes, as well as a bit of her purple hair.[/b]
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[i]"You sure... Looked like a nasty fall... I don't mind getting a medic or escorting you to one..."[/i] [b]He looked at her, his yellow eyes netting hers in a simple gaze... He was an odd one... But he didn't seem hostile... And the fact he was a slight bit weird gave him a sort of charm... And of course e just oozed boredom and laziness... Typical Damien.[/b] [i]"Look... I'm Damien... Just on a walk today..."[/i] [b]He gives her a large grin and extends a hand, offering to help her up.[/b]
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[b]She jerked away from his hand, terrified. She started breathing very heavily, almost hyperventilating. She wasn't very keen on touch, it seemed. After a few seconds, she got a few, jumbled words out.[/b] "N-N-N... N-N-No T-T-Touch..."
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[b]Damien backed up and sighed, having been through this with Belle...[/b] [i]"Alright... Well... I'll have medical staff drop by just in case... Stay safe."[/i] [b]He wasn't going to push the woman farther, not really expecting anything to come out of trying to talk. Better to give her space and return to his business.[/b] [b]With a flick of his wrist and a puff of his cigarette, he turned and continued on the path he had been using earlier.[/b]
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[b]She just sat there, trying to collect herself, and failing miserably. She wasn't very experienced with people, in fact, she was scared to death of them.[/b]
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[spoiler]Yeah... Just gonna end this here... Not about to continue that.[/spoiler]
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A figure watched from a high perch in the dojo, the figure's odd appearance seemed to intrigue him, and he jumped from his perch, landing next to you and rolling to prevent any harm the figure stood up, his paws for feet and fur on his hands and paws betraying his inhuman nature, but his face was draped in shadow cast by his hood, but he seemed young judging by his gangly looking-limbs, and he seemed like he once held great authority, his voice regal, commanding, yet sad, not to mention very boyish, as he was only 15 "Howdy"
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[b]This scared Ry half to death. A new person, a day that, a person with animal hands? She flipped out. She jumped up, and landed right on her face. She just lay there, hoping that they wouldn't hurt her as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. Plasma hurt, but falling on her face hurt more.[/b]
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he seemed a little embarrassed and moved to help you "It's ok! I'm not gonna hurt you!" he said in that voice of his, it was warm and comforting, maintaining that innocence ((or at least a fragment of it)) that all young beings held, but it was also hurt, hurt that he was being judged yet again for his looks
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[b]She jerked away from his hand, shaking in pure fear. She said nothing. She couldn't. She got out a few whimpers and incoherent words. That was it. She was petrified.[/b]
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he took off his hood and retreated his face was animalistic, and bore a snout, from which fangs protruded from the upper lip, a pair of horns over his white fur, the horns each an inch long, a stripe of black over his left eye, the color of both eyes being deep blue, while his pupils were deeper blue still, and lastly, he had long and fluffy floppy ears, each of which extended to his shoulder the eyes looked at you with hurt as he sat down nearby, looking saddened "I'm not gonna hurt you!"
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[b]She was simply terrified. He wasn't going to really get many words from her unless he could calm her down. More tears streamed down her face, a hot stream of sadness and fear.[/b]
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"L-listen, wh-what about me is scaring you?" he asked desperately ((how old is Ry?))
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[spoiler]She's 18.[/spoiler] [b]She jumbled around words, not really creating an understandable one for a while. She finally spat out two words, between her sobs and shivers from fear and pain.[/b] "N-No... T-Touch..."
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"Okay! I won't touch you! please calm down!"
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[b]It was clear that it helped a little, but she was still terrified. She would've pissed herself had she not trained herself not to.[/b]
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"Look! I'm not moving! J-just calm down okay!?"
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[b]Just telling her that's it's gonna be okay clearly won't cut it.[/b]
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he sighed and took something out from the neck area of the cloak, it was a scorched wedding band on a pristine silver chain, and he sighed, holding it in his hand, and he looked down at the ground "I'm sorry for making you so scared"
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[b]This helped a little. Enough to where she could form words again. She was scared witless, but at least she could talk.[/b] "I-I-I-It's.... Fine..."
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"I....I don't mean to hurt you, I.......sorry, you remind me of someone else I knew...." he smiled at you sadly, but there were tears in his eyes, you obviously hurt him, but it was a bit puzzling, either he was a crybaby or you obviously touched a nerve
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"Wh-Who?" [b]She tried to get up, but just fell on her face again. She tried again, and climbed up to her feet, and she dusted her coat and pants off.[/b]
