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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2016 1:19:45 AM
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[i] Lance mumbled something to himself, like a curse before a pulling sensation overcame the two of them, and they were ripped through time and space.
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They appeared in a spare room of the Dojo. Simple furniture, a bed with white sheets, bare walls, yeah. Not taken.
Lance laid her on the bed, not giving a damn about the spotless sheets. He'd have to do something about the tracking device, the teleportation jump would only confuse them for so long. He didn't have any scramblers or EMP's.. was he going to have to cut it out of her? It didn't look deep, one small incision would do it, but she was barely conscious as is. He'd have to heal her first, and just put a bandage over the new cut.
He drew The Demon's Heart from his hip, the pitch black blade dripping liquid, wispy darkness onto the floor at his feet. [/i]
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[b]She gave little resistance. How could she? She seemed so frail in this state, her already pale skin turning near snow white in color. But he had put distance between them and the pursuing attackers, whoever they were...[/b]
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[i] He placed the flat of the sword across her chest, the shadows on the blade begin to leap and swarm over her form excitedly, almost like they were hungry. They left no trace of ever touching her, as light as air as they covered her form in a cocoon of darkness. A feeling of alternating temperatures over came the girl, scalding hot to freezing cold and back and forth for a few moments. What came with that, was an overwhelming sense of comfort and relief. The sword dulled her senses and numbed her body, so she didn't feel her skin being knit back together. Eventually, her body was back to the way it had been, the shadows dissipating from around her and leaving the pale skin of her leg and face flawless and unmarked. [/i]
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[b]As the sword worked, more of her features became clear... The blood cleansed from her face revealed three marks on each of her cheeks like whiskers, and her skin began to swim once more with color and life.[/b] [b]And then... Her eyelids fluttered open and bright blue eyes stared up at him, full of gentleness, but a great sense of fear...[/b]
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"I know this is very confusing, and you don't know where you are, but it's gonna get a lot worse if I don't get that tracker out of you. Chances are there are more than five coming for you." [i] He says, his voice filtered and metallic through the Oni mask. An unnerving sight To a child, but Lance seemingly didn't think about the fact. He withdrew a small tanto knife from his thigh, sighing under his mask. He always got the bad jobs. [/i]
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[b]The girls eyes widened in surprise, and then in terror, but she didn't resist. A man with a knife... She had learned not to mess with those types...[/b] [b]Instead she clamped her teeth and closed her eyes tight, wishing to block out everything.[/b]
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"Calm down kid. I'm one of the good guys." [i] With that, the knife flashed through the air and made a small incision in her wrist, so clean, quick, and precise it hardly did much but itch. Lance pushed the tip of the tanto into her skin, and plucked the chip out of her wrist with the point. [/i]
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[b]She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man, her large eyes still scanning him for any sign of threat...[/b] [b]The chip continued to ping for a few seconds and blare its small light. The girl looked at the device silently, unsure of what it was. All she knew was that the men had put it in her arm.[/b]
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[i] Lance dropped it from the palm of his hand, but it didn't hit the floor before it disappeared into thin air. Let them track her to the middle of forest on the other side of the planet. He let the mask unfold finally, figuring it'd be better for her to see an actual human and not another guy in a mask.[/i] "I'm Lance." [i] He says, a friendly and comforting smile on his face. A father's smile, not a fake one plastered on by people telling her things would be okay when they really wouldn't.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/fZl5P
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[b]She gave him a blank stare before her eyes slowly slid off to the side in a passive manner.[/b] [i]"V-Vanille...[/i] [b]She mumbled quietly, her voice still shaky from fear and exhaustion. She had quite the fragile sense about her, like the breeze might even cause her to shatter.[/b]
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"It's nice to meet you Vanille." [i] Lance says with a smile, having a seat on the foot of the bed towards her feet. Her passive, shifting manner reminded him of someone..[/i] "Can you tell me why those men were chasing you Vanille?"
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[b]She shook her head quietly, her silence anything but ordinary. There was pain and fear behind it... A sense of agony, even.[/b] [b]She didn't even look up to face Lance, shame and desolation behind her jewel like eyes... Whatever had happened to her was awful. Either she didn't know why they were chasing her... Or she didn't want to talk about.[/b]
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"That's fine.. you don't have to tell me about it. If you want to, I'm here. The information would help a lot." [i] Lance says with a gentle smile. He didn't mention the fact that the information would probably let him know who had been chasing her, nor did he mention the fact he'd killed five men to protect her. Whether she'd seen that or it, he had no idea.[/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 11/1/2016 10:36:49 PM[i]"I don't know any names..."[/i] [b]She said quietly, her body shaking slightly, from what seemed to be shock. She was suspended in her own thoughts.[/b] [i]"But they come from the bad place... On the opposite end..."[/i] [b]That didn't quite make sense, not meaning anything in particular... The girl was strange...[/b]
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[i] Lance wasn't entirely sure what to do, besides bandage up that cut. Physical wounds were easy..[/i] "Is it okay if I bandage that cut for you Vanille?" [i] He asks, not telling her that he would do it, rather, he asked. He had a bad feeling on what kind of treatment she'd been through. [/i]
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[b]She nodded simply, finally remembering the wound that was across her arm. She remembered the serial number that marked her as a mere object and scowled... [/b] [b]But for now she assumed she was safe. If the man was going to do something, he would have done it by now.[/b] [b]Slowly, she extended her arm towards Lance, the fair skin of her arm slightly red and puffy around the wound. It of corse had reacted negatively, but the most offsetting thing about it was the slowly sizzling noise that came from the wound opening. It sounded like the skin was frying... Maybe even searing together on its own...[/b]
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[i] She may have had a healing ability of her own, but Lance felt it better to wrap it up anyways. Even if it was to only show her he meant well. To her surprise, he waved a hand and with a snap of his wrist, a roll of black bandage appeared into his hand..had to be black. He didn't bother with disinfectant, His blades were always clean. He wrapped the roll around her wrist several times, hiding the cut and the serial number, and binding it with a piece of bandage tape. [/i] "There." [i] He says with a grin, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.[/i] "All better."
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[b]She wiggles her arm slightly, pulling the yellow sleeve back over it before shaking her leg. There had been a hole there earlier... She figured the man wasn't too bad...[/b] [i]"Thank you..."[/i] [b]She whispered, finally looking around at their surroundings, trying to get her bearings before she made a move... What she would do next... Where she would go... She didn't know...[/b] [i]"Where are we...?"[/i] [b]She eventually asked as she used her unwounded hand to rub her rosy red cheek.[/b]
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"A place called the Dojo. Think of it like a massive hotel where people live, and also fight to become better warriors. We're in a spare room right now." [i] Lance says, running his hand through his hair and shaking it out, the same lock falling over his face like ever. [/i] "It's a good place to stay, if you need one. Most people here are hospitable."
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[quote]"Most people here are hospitable."[/quote] [spoiler]ronin- making training grounds for the most powerful beings in the universe seem hospitable since 2015[/spoiler]
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Spook=lurk god lmao.
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[spoiler]its not my fault I obsessively search through posts for miss addressed posts when I'm not replied to for five minuites! It's a condition![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]lmao.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]also, my phones being looked at, so I'm using my other devices, which don't have b.net notifications[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, true. [/spoiler]
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[b]She looked up with her large eyes, scanning Lance's face for any cracks in what he said, making sure she could trust him.[/b] [i]"Place to stay..."[/i] [b]She repeated softly, her eyes swimming with misguided wariness. Something she had trained herself to appreciate...[/b]
