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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2016 10:31:30 PM
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[i] Lance sheathed one of his katanas, his white and gold one but kept The Dragon Blade in his right hand as he saw the movement out the corner of his eye. He rushed over to the food cupboard and opened it, not knowing what he'd find..[/i]
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[i]"Uh-huh..."[/i] [b]Damien mumbled, half-asleep on the other end. A barely functioning Lordan was not a smart Lordan... But, he had his attention, and it probably wouldn't get better than that.[/b] [i]"This better really, really good fūcking intel..."[/i]
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"How about an eight year old girl named Vanille who claims to be Belle's daughter and saw her a few hour ago, after I rescued her from assassins? And is practically a younger clone of Belle?" [i] Lance accompanies his words with a digital message sent to Damien's HUD, a picture of Vanille after he'd cleaned her up. It was true, she was like a little clone.[/i]
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[b]Damien sighed in the other end, clearly unamused.[/b] [i]"Lance... You are either on drugs or dreaming because Belle can't physically have children... She's sterile like every other person under Mourne company procedures..."[/i] [b]Damien observed the picture quietly, almost impressed by it. But... It was so identical it seemed almost to be like... A childhood photo or something.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 11/7/2016 2:36:16 AM"Yeah, I kinda figured that was the case. But this girl had a serial number on her with a tracker, and assassin's after her." [i] He says, sighing and leaning his head against the wall. He sent Damien a picture of the people after Vanille, his mask always taking pictures of things of note. Especially killers.[/i] "She said "they came from the bad place on the opposite end," and that Belle was "in a cold place with a lot of old buildings and snow, and she hangs around the tall men." "If you can make heads or tails of any of that.."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 11/7/2016 3:15:05 AM[i]"Looks like Creed's tech... But we do have a lock on his possible location... It matched the description. It's an old Russian abandoned nuclear facility with snow and military buildings... Could be a match."[/i] [b]He reported, yawning afterwards as the sound of shuffling and static came through. Damien was up now, might as well get some pants on and grab a smoke.[/b]
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"Good." [i] Lance says quietly. He didn't know much about Creed except from what Ian had told him a while back, but he didn't seem like an easy guy to deal with. At this point..Lance didn't care if they were Jesus Incarnate. He was getting Belle back.[/i] "I assume Mourne and Salem are there too?"
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[i]"Don't know... What about the girl? If she is definitely not in your head, you'll need to do something about her."[/i] [b]Damien was right. She was now something to prioritize, at least until someone could make out why Creed wanted her.[/b] [i]"Hell... Bring her my way and I can run some tests..."[/i]
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"Hopefully you can put on a smile and not mention tests as soon as she's there. Seems like there was a lot of that going on and she's still shaken up."
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[i]"Lance... Have you seen my mouth? When I smile I look like a Jack'O'Lantern with an underbite..."[/i] [b]Well, sounded like he was waking up at least... But there wasn't a whole lot that Damien could do to appear 'friendly'. He was not very normal or professional in any aspect... Besides killing and being rude.[/b] [i]"But... I can try my best..."[/i]
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"Just don't give her nightmares and we'll be okay. Where are you at?" [i] Lance questions. While Damien was an..enigma, he was a overall nice guy when it came to those who warranted it. She'd be in good hands with him..probably.[/i]
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[i]"Desert... The outskirts... A military camp."[/i] [b]He said, giving the dry details of the camp he had set up with the rest of Omicron.[/b]
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"Alright. See you in a minute." [i] Lance walks back into the room, running a hand through his hair and sighing.[/i] "Vanille, I'm going to take you to a friend of mine who can look out for you better than I can."
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[b]She looked up at Lance with a passive expression, willing to do whatever needed to happen... Not like she could protest. So far he had been mostly kind... But it was difficult to really tell. Vanille had met men with kind facades, and sinister intent...[/b]
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"He's a nice guy, truly. If not a bit odd." [i] Lance says with a chuckle, extending a hand towards Vanille.[/i]
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[b]She looked at his hand uncomfortably, before slowly extending her own. It was a small and frail kind of hand, with fingers that looked like they were better at drawing pictures than anything else... But as her hand touched his, a shiver went down her spine, her innate fear of touch kicking into overdrive as her eyes dilated to large black pools... Yet one more thing she had in common with Belle.[/b]
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[i] He grasped her hand gently in his, before they were pulled through time and space. They reappeared in the desert, in the midst of the military camp Damien had described moments earlier.[/i] "You really should get better security Lordan. Someone like me could do something like that." [i] He says with a chuckle, talking into space but knowing Damien was most likely listening..he was weird like that. [/i]
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[i]"Who's gonna attack us, May? The sand?"[/i] [b]Damien scoffed, sitting at a swivel chair, the night sky clear overhead. The rain hadn't carried this far.[/b] [b]Damien himself was wearing simple black shorts, shirtless. It showed off a lot of the metal grafted into his skin and his cloth wrapped right arm... He looked impressive outside his gear. Not because of his combat potential, but because of his innate will to live despite the whole 'machine' body situation.[/b] [b]The Judge didn't bother to look up, focused on wiping clean a silver flask.[/b] [i]"So, details...?"[/i]
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"What kind of details?" [i] Lance said, still holding Vanille's hand in a hope that it was a comforting gesture, considering Damien wasn't the most enticing person to look at in terms of welcoming capability. Frankly, he was intimidating with all the metal.[/i]
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[b]Vanille said nothing, merely stating with wonderful eyes at the being in front of her... In many ways... He was like the men of her home.[/b] [i]"Don't be coy with me, May... I'm not in the mood..."[/i] [b]Damien curled up a fist in intense anger, extremely unhappy to have be woken up. His dry humor was replaced with straight up rude remarks... A woken Damien, was a bitter Damien.[/b] [i]"Stuff like, who, where, when, why, how... The first grade stuff that you should know."[/i]
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"She was being chased by five guys. Trained, big time as a kill team. Shot her in the leg where she dragged herself into a cafe, where they killed everyone there to get to her. They planned to capture her when I ruined the party." [i] Lance explained. He'd followed that kill team all the way through the streets until they'd led him to Vanille.[/i] "She has some kind of serial number on her arm, and a tracker in her skin that I cut out. They were sending helos after her until I put the tracker on the other side of the planet. As for why.." [i] Lance trails off, showing he had no clue why. The only person who did was Vanille.[/i]
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[b]Damien rubbed the three dots above his right temple, the sensor that kept his brain from imploding.[/b] [i]"Alright... Let me see then..."[/i] [b]He motioned to Vanille who was shivering in her small shoes, not because of the cold, but because of her hand. The phobia of touch was a strange thing... But she had Damien's attention... And therefore she had a good explanation incoming...[/b] [b]He motioned her to show her arm as she quickly slipped her hand from Lance's practically relieved... Slowly rolling up her sleeve to show the bandage...[/b] [i]"Welp... That looks mighty... Numbery."[/i] [b]Damien turned to Lance, leaning back in his swivel chair, his eyes widening to large pools of black that reflected the open sky.[/b] [i]"Trained men you say? After one girl... Deja Vu..."[/i]
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"Yeah..that's the thing." [i] Lance says, running both of his hands through his hair and then over his face.[/i] "I got a glimpse of one before I incinerated them..they didn't have faces. Or hair. Chalk white with a humanoid head..that was it."
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[i]"So... Well trained Creepypastas chase a single girl and single girl looks like Belle."[/i] [b]Damien looks down at the bewildered Vanille before pulling a small piece of cloth from his shorts and handing it to her. It was pure white except for the ball of fire symbol in the middle.[/b] [i]"Does that look familiar...?"[/i] [b]She looked it over carefully, eventually nodding in silence.[/b] [i]"Well... That is very interesting, my dear, because what you recognize right there is an old Japanese symbol for a goddess..."[/i] [b]Damien turned to Lance and pointed to the moon, not far off, in its crescent state.[/b] [i]"Old legends said that people who controlled day and night controlled the world. Day was a being called Amaterasu. Funny enough, it wasn't really a goddess, more like a energy manifestation... Old Earth was funny like that. Old gods were actually just bizarre phenomena. I think what we have here is a split."[/i] [b]Damien motioned to Vanille who was very entranced by the piece of fabric.[/b] [i]"She's one of the seven vessels. Old age energy pockets. Three are dead, four remain."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 11/10/2016 4:26:45 AM"Lana has one of those vessels, doesn't she? Named Anthony..or that's what she calls him." [i] Lance said, gears staring to turn and puzzle pieces click into place.[/i] "He said Belle had something like him inside of her, you're telling me Vanille is a being comparable to what's inside Lana?" [i] Lance said, bewildered. If that was the case..Vanille could crush him like a roach. [/i] "But she's not a part of her anymore.."
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[i]"Slow down, cowboy. That's the other thing. A catastrophic split would mean instantaneous death. In the case of my brother, his vessel split off and ended his life. I rebuilt him with an old conscious and the remaining biomass. Lana's split caused a shattering of her frontal lobe. Legion's split caused mutational defects. However, it affects both parties... And Vanille here is perfectly fine. I believe we are witnessing Belle's biological daughter... Amaterasu's offspring. Now it's just figuring out how that happened. Blood work could confirm it."[/i] [b]Damien explained, trying to make it sound less complicated then it was. Four vessels running around, but as scene with Azrael, his vessel had been more beneficial than harmful. And Lana seemed to still have a bond with Anthony... but Damien was most likely leaving some things blank.[/b] [i]"The main issue is Belle's biological system. Having a vessel changes you... Besides, the Mourne company sterilized all children. It would be impossible..."[/i]
