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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/25/2016 6:27:29 PM
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Look I don't need to kill rocks. F*ck it'll bother Lance about it. Tell that f*cker he owes me.
[i]he said, sounding mildly agitated.[/i]
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"Someone with a healing power did it. They're all good." [i] She turns slightly, lifting up her shirt to reveal her back where three large knife healing wounds were, just below her bra strap. They were healing, but they still looked nasty. What the hell were these three guys capable of? [/i]
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You're positive? I can get you back to Hereford for treatment from Clarkson's medical personnel... [i]The more he saw, the more it pained him internally. He knew she was tough, but this was brutal. It was almost infuriating, but he knew that getting angry meant nothing.[/i]
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"Besides the part that I got electrocuted when those knives hit me? Yeah, I'm good." [i] She says with a chuckle. She was so nonchalant about it.[/i] "Lodestone had control over anything metal, able to manipulate and control it. Quite literally Magneto without the tacky helmet. Conflux had control over electricity, self generating and manipulating existing electricity. And Steelheart was the leader. People had been trying to kill him for twenty years. Able to turn anything to steel, shoot concussive energy blasts from his hands, fly, and quite literally invincible." [i] Obviously he wasn't too invincible. [/i]
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I'm just glad you're alive. [i]The response was terse.[/i]
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"What, you don't wanna know I didn't die? And here I thought I was gonna get to tell my tale of blood and glory." [i] She says with a grin, that hint of cockiness ever there.[/i]
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Blood and glory's great, but it's easier to find than someone you're willing to care about. [i]Again, short and to the point. [/i]
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"I'm alive Jackson." [i] She says with a roll of her eyes, but the whole "throwing caution to the wind and if she died so be it" was still there. She still wasn't exactly cautious nor caring. [/i]
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[i]He sighed. Nothing was going to change her outlook, just like nothing was going to change him. Habits became personality. Still, it made him feel a little better to see that she wasn't concerned about her brush with death.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 10/30/2016 1:18:09 AM[i] While it was good that she wasn't concerned, it was also a bad thing. Someone not caring about throwing themselves towards death was a reckless thing. The way she'd described the Gypsies seemed like a near impossible fight, it was amazing she'd even thrown herself into the situation. Perhaps she really didn't care. [/i]
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[i]This had also crossed his mind. He'd been there before. Right after his father had died, he remembered being so caught up in his own hate that he didn't care about his life. He remembered screaming at Clarkson after a particularly brutal training session, telling the officer to kill him. Crow had scored a vicious swing on Jackson's lower back, and the boy doubled over, on the ground in intense pain. Clarkson had hit him a second time in the face, and drawn blood. He wondered if Riley's bravado was her attempt at suicide. [/i] Riley... if something's wrong, you know you can tell me, right?
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[i] She narrows her eyes at him with a smirk.[/i] "You think I wanna die? That's cute. Suicides for cowards Jackson." [i] She says bluntly. Although, even if she had known about Jackson's incident with Crow, she would've told him the same thing. [/i]
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Well, it looks like it from all the nice wounds... [i]he said, mildly sarcastic.[/i]
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"These wounds are from fighting three of the most powerful beings to ever live on my planet. I killed them so maybe people can grow up a little better than I did, without assassin's and murderers crawling the streets." [i] She says bitingly.[/i]
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[i]He raised an eyebrow, and a smile crossed his lips.[/i] So maybe you aren't such a hardass after all...
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"Oh fùck you." [i] the line was accompanied with a rude gesture that involved a finger between her ring and index fingers. [/i]
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Nothin' wrong with being nice every now and then, you know. It's ok to do it around people other than me. [i]He said, a sh*t-eating grin plastered on his face.[/i]
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"Dangerous territory Wolfie. Tread carefully." [i] She says blankly, nudging him none to gentle with her shoulder.[/i]
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Look I get paid to live dangerously. For Christ's sake, I even travel with Wilson. Can't get much more life-threatening. [i]He kept up the smile, feeling mildly bulletproof.[/i]
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"You don't get paid enough for this." [i] She says with a smirk, completely different thoughts running through her head. [/i]
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For what? Dealing with women? Can't be much worse than the CIA. [i]Screw it. He may as well push as far as he could. [/i]
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[i] She smirks and says nothing. Wolfe wouldn't figure out why he was screwing himself over for the time being, but he'd notice when the time came.[/i] "Lets go back to playing 20 questions. It was my turn I believe?" [i] She says, a devilish grin on her face.[/i]
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Yeah. It's your turn. [i]He flopped back onto the bed again.[/i]
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"Are you a virgin?" [i] She looks at him, face completely blank minus the extremely mischievous gleam in her eye. She enjoyed nothing more than Antagonizing Jackson, and she'd gone straight for the jugular. [/i]
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[i]He looked her back, the grin of a man who'd just witnessed the dog reach the end of chain, choked before it could bite him.[/i] Remember that girl I told you about from England, and the girl that came when we were stuck on Old Autumn Hill? [i]He figured she could make the connection there.[/i]
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[i] She punched him in the chest, not lightly, but not painfully.[/i] "Fùck you. I knew I didn't like that British bitch." [i] She mumbled.[/i]
