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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Will:
10/21/2016 4:41:36 AM
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[b][i]Do you know what punishments I've endured for my crimes, my sins? I am proof of the absurdity of men's most treasured abstractions. A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence.[/i][/b]
[i] Desmond let out a puff of smoke, flicking the ashes off the end of the nearly dead cigarette. It was fairly cold this late, but the armor he wore, like always, kept him warm in the frigid air. Currently, he sat atop a crest of a large hill towards the forest, overlooking the Dojo complex. The place was complicated as hell and he hated it. Life back home was simple. A contact, a deader, a paycheck, done. Life was as easy as bathing in the blood of those he killed, and that's all he had to worry about. No commitments, responsibility, pretenses, nothing.
Now..now he had Chloe to look out for. She was a sweet girl, but oblivious to the atrocities of the real world. He didn't even know why she'd actually saved him..no, he did know. He just couldn't comprehend it. Where he came from, all that was wrought was death and destruction. There were no healers and heroes. Those were fairy tales.
He swept his hair back in one hand, a strand snagging in the pitch black ring he wore on his left hand. A ring, the form the Ka'kari took when on him. That was yet another thing Chloe didn't know, the fact he was a Ka'karifer. Why would she? They were legends and myths, and non-existent in her world. [/i]
[quote]Do you ever plan on telling her? She did save your life, you could bring her into the loop and not be an asshole.[/quote]
"You sound like Durzo." [i] He replied to the smug, sentient being that was now a part of him, and had been for several years.[/i]
[quote]I spend seven centuries, day and night with the guy, and he rubs off on me a little bit. You spent a decade and look at how alike you are.[/quote]
[i] Desmond grimaced at the Ka'kari's words. He was right. He was just like Durzo. Durzo, who he'd been forced to kill. [/i]
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"Metal Entrepreneur is one of the better things I've been called." [i] He says with a chuckle, catching her looking at him. That look she gave..the way it made him feel, the warmth, it was almost unnerving. In a good way.[/i] "Chloephina..full of warmth and sweet on the lips." [i] A smirk played at the corner of his mouth, whatever the hell he meant by that. It was almost like there was something there he knew that she didn't. [/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/26/2016 7:38:55 AM[i]"What do you mean...? Like dessert?"[/i] [b]She asked him incredulously, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. His words were... Mixed. His brooding sarcasm often left her wondering if he really meant half the things that he said. It didn't help she barely understood sarcasm to begin with. Trying to understand the enigma that was Desmond was like trying to understand why gravity exists... It wasn't easy once you got past the surface info.[/b]
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"Yeah, dessert is sweet. I suppose that works." [i] He says, another smile crossing his lips as he looked back at her. His eyes seemed almost softer somehow. He felt that way anyway. He enjoyed talking like this, even though he didn't show it. Chloe was great company. The last person he could talk to like this was Jarl and he'd seen how that turned out. [/i]
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[i]"You are a strange man, Desmond... Very strange indeed. If I hand around you for too long, I might become strange too."[/i] [b]She joked, her shoulders lowering as she fell into a much more relaxed state... It was comfortable like this. She didn't want to lay back, but rather just be cradled by the night time air... It felt nice... Better than being cooked by the sun in any means.[/b] [i]"Tell me... How is it that you ever get sleep? I understand that you take special medicine to stay awake... But don't you ever want to just lay down and dream...?"[/i]
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"A little late for that Chloephina. With a name like that, you were strange since birth." [i] He says with a smile, but it wasn't a cruel statement.[/i] "It's okay, strange is far better than normal. There are billions of normal people..but only one of you." [i] He says, looking back to the Stars.[/i] "No..dreams aren't real. I don't see the point in indulging in something that can never be." [i] He says quietly.[/i]
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[i]"That's a dark thought... I, for one, think dreams a fine thing... I like to dream of being able to lay out in the sun, grass surrounding me. Or I like to dream of the best ice cream... They may not always come true, but if I never set ridiculous goals, I'd never do ridiculous things."[/i] [b]She outstretched her right arm, the green line running across it like some sort of power in a machine, before condensing at one fingertip and creating a small green light... And then, a small blue rose began to form on her finger, before she cradled it gently in the palm of her hand.[/b] [i]"I bet you once had dreams... I bet they were wonderful and fanciful... But I suppose not everyone can enjoy such things."[/i]
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"Some people aren't meant to. There are no poets in the bitter business." [i] He says quietly, finger tips brushing the black and white rose tattoo on his collarbone. It was in the spot that he'd been stabbed after his fight with his former master, the wound Chloe had helped him recover from. [/i]
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[i]"Well, I won't let my whole life be bitter. Otherwise nothing else will be sweet..."[/i] [b]She understood what Desmond meant, but she couldn't share the same emotions... She wished he was a happier soul, but she wouldn't force him to feel a certain way... Besides, she didn't know how long this partnership would last... And trying to learn the thoughts of other was something the oracles and adepts jobs, the old religious leaders of her home.[/b]
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"You sound like an old friend of mine." [i] He says with a smile, a glimmer of happiness breaking through the cold exterior. She in fact did remind him of someone, but that person was dead. [/i] "What makes you happy Chloe?" [i] He asked, turning his head to look at her once again. She was an intriguing sight, pale skin with those magical lines trailing over her.[/i]
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[i]"Plenty of things... Most small and uninteresting. But freedom... Freedom the most."[/i] [b]The small flower in her hand began to unfold as dozens of its blue petals began to float away.[/b] [i]"Or at least the thought of freedom makes me happy."[/i]
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"You don't think you're free?" [i] He asks. Perhaps she had some kind of inner reasoning, but he'd figured after getting away from home, this was free. Hell, it was as free as he'd been in his life.[/i]
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[i]"Not entirely... There is still some guilt and shame... But that just comes with running away from responsibility..."[/i] [b]She remarked simply, feeling such things that seemed normal, or at least should be normal. She thought about it, and thought she was happy, she wondered if her home really needed her... If she could have made a difference.[/b]
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[i] He nods, fingers laced behind his head and fiddling with his dark hair.[/i] "If that responsibility came with marrying someone you didn't love, then you did the right thing. That sounds like it's your Parent's problem, you didn't ask for it."
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[i]"Perhaps... But maybe I could have stopped the cycle... Fixed the politics. Leader of a free world. The distinction between the poor and rich is quite large, and it's unfair... But, it's a simple burden to carry..."[/i] [b]She shrugged and slowly got to her feet, peeling away her good and the golden crest atop her forehead, unwinding her hair until the fire red colors drifted ever so slightly in small breezes... She almost looked... Normal...[/b]
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"Should've, could've, would've. If you spend your time looking back, you'll never look forward." [i] Wow. An almost inspirational statement from Desmond that wasn't cynical or sarcastic. He looked at her, eyes flitting over her quickly. She was gorgeous, that was for sure. The pale skin and bright hair, she was beautiful in an exotic kind of way. That wasn't what drew Desmond to her though..he shook his head and banished the thoughts from his mind. Relationships are ropes, love is a noose. Wetboy's don't love. They are alone, forever and always. Things Durzo had drilled into him from day one.[/i]
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[b]She turned to him slightly, just so that he was in her peripheral gaze, her words turning quiet and almost wistful...[/b] [i]"Maybe... But this could all be childish... Running away to find something that might not even be out there..."[/i] [b]She looked down at the golden crest in her hand, her old symbol of power and authority... It held no purpose here.[/b] [i]"I don't know... That's the joy of growing up, you learn from choices. I suppose I will have to think on it, as I do with all things."[/i]
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"Sometimes you don't have to think about things. Some, you just do. Spontaneously doing things makes for an exciting life." [i] Not that he'd know. He'd never done anything spontaneous in his life, his whole life was on a constant loop of training and killing. Never deviating.![/i]
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[i]"I don't necessarily want a exciting life. I still like being safe... I just want to be free... No matter. If it really meant anything, I'm sure it would come back to haunt me."[/i] [b]Unfortunately, it already had... Her guilt was the biggest burden in her journey... Desmond helped ease it... But it never seemed to go away.[/b] [i]"Well... I still have a few hours of darkness left... I'm going to go find something to do... Perhaps I'll even find a library."[/i] [b]She gave Desmond a warm smile, pulling her hood back over her head, her hair still pushed into straight locks.[/b]
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"I'll probably be here." [i] He said with a wave. That was a lie, he'd probably follow her to the library. Unbeknownst to her of course, but he liked a good book too. [/i]
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[b]She nodded simply, slowly moving down the hill towards the lights of the Dojo... She'd probably spend awhile looking for food next... As she realized her oncoming hunger, but she had time... And so far her past hadn't caught up with here.[/b] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Guess so.[/spoiler]
