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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/27/2016 2:20:24 AM
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*something twisted inside of Quincy when he heard that. All the sadness and regret he had been carrying since he remembered what happened to his family had turned to something firey... something bitter... something... ravenous... he got up, tears streaking down his face, and started shaking out of pure rage. his eyes had turned from silver to a dark crimson as he snarled angrily*
I was lying there on the ground helpless... and what did you do?.. *he said in a shaky but quiet voice*
YOU FREAKING POUNDED A HOLE THROUGH MY HEART! HOW DID YOU THINK I WOULD REACT? I WAS UTTERLY DEFENSELESS AND YOU KILLED ME! AND THEN LAUGHED! *he shouted, causing the simulation to flicker*
English
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[i]Irina only stood completely still for a moment...before drawing her Rakuyo, a weapon consisting of a sharpened straight katana and a serrated dagger protruding from the end of the handle. With a sudden SNAP!, Irina literally tore the two weapons apart, splitting the dagger and sword from each other. She then slowly aimed both blades towards her chest, while a grim look was upon her face.[/i] "...You made me do this. This time... Stay dead." [i]She suddenly stabbed herself with both of her weapons, both blades tearing through her chest and protruding through her back. Irina gasped in intense pain, falling to one knee as she looked up at Quincy. Blood began dripping from her mouth and onto her chin. But the most terrifying thing? She seemed perfectly fine.[/i]
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*his mood changed from infuriated, to sorrowful, to calm with a glaze of dread, not for himself, but for her* Why can't you just leave me alone.. *sniffle* [spoiler]you do not have permission to kill off my only character[/spoiler]
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[i]At the sudden mood change, Irina's face contorted into a look of despair - before she tore out both blades, and yelled in anguish as blood gushed from the wounds. But instead of launching herself at Quincy in a fit of rage, she stood up and began walking towards the exit.[/i]
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*Quincy collapsed to his knees and fell on his side, shivering* ...im sorry...
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"...It's fine." [i]Irina spoke softly, to the point where her voice was a murmur. She walked out of the castle and into the frozen wasteland of the simulation Cainhurst. Seconds later, the simulation room returned to it's normal state. Irina had left, although there were drops of blood from where she had been. If Quincy wanted to follow her, those would be his best bet.[/i]
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*Quincy got up, still shaking. He noticed the trail of blood and felt bad. He picked up a med-kit from the side of the room and decided to follow*
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[i]The blood trail eventually lead to Courtyard A2, while Quincy finally saw Irina. She was staring at the tree that stood in the center of the courtyard, looking upon the names of the fallen.. Isaac..Bliss..she had murdered them. The Vileblood didn't notice Quincy yet, but sighed and tilted her angular head downwards. She seemed angry...but at what? [/i]
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*Quincy took a step closer* um.. I-Irina? A-are you ok?
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[i]Irina didn't even bother to look up at Quincy. But her voice was calm, collected, and peaceful, although her tone was full of nothing but grief and despair.[/i] "...Why are you concerned about me in the first place? Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? Shouldn't you be trying to get away from me? I tried to kill you. I [i]did[/i] kill you, yet..yet you persist. Why?"
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I... i guess.... -sigh- i hate seeing people caught up in their own misery... mostly because i know how it feels... *I sit on a rock* And the whole thing with me being alive is because im a reject on the lowest and highest levels, if you know what i mean.
