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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2016 5:41:58 AM
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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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[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]
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"So what about the vessels who no longer have a host? Where are they?" [i] Lance questions, his head tilting slightly as he tried to work out everything Damien was saying. Lance was a smart guy..but damn was this a twisted situation. [/i]
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[i]"I don't know about the other three. There was one that was the strongest... Called himself the Serpent of the Garden. Never had a physical form. Got the message from radio waves... Long process."[/i] [b]Damien remarks, handing Vanille a small book and colored pencils, motioning for her to keep herself busy. She was smart enough to figure out what he wanted and quickly found a small stool, getting to work on the first blank piece of paper.[/b] [i]"What I do know, is that The Malformation is now with Creed. Amaterasu is with Belle. Anthony is in sixteen different dimensions, including the pocket dimension in Lana's brain. And Legion has a chunk of Borealis still inside him."[/i]
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"Wonderful, so Creed has something like that inside of him.." [i] Lance says with a sigh, massaging his temples. This was giving him a headache.[/i]
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[i]"Malform is a pain, but he's got a weakness. Amaterasu had the ridiculous ability to negate other vessels... Unfortunately, Salem now has Belle and therefore has the Big A."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged like there was little that could be done. He wouldn't tell Lance about his plan quite yet. Besides, he didn't need Lance worrying. If anything, a fight between him and Belle would most likely be catastrophic. Damien had no way of knowing what emotions each would bring into a fight.[/b] [i]"Luckily, I have an ace... A dead ace."[/i]
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"Plan on letting me know what Malform's weakness is? That's good Intel that I wouldn't mind having." [i] Lance says with a chuckle.[/i] "But a dead ace?"
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[i]"Malform has a short temper. Anger. And yes... A dead ace. I believe my brother had a vessel... One he died with. I need to find this vessel. I have a feeling it will be... Quite useful."[/i] [b]Damien gave Lance a slight grin, one that showed he was still half asleep. For a tired man, he could still spew a lot of science bullshit...[/b] [i]"Anyways... That leaves me to my final point. What about the girl? The camp is not a good place to raise a girl... Not at her age. And no offense, but tall, dark, and armed doesn't scream good... Guidance material. I'd offer to do it, but I'm sorta one of those 'cool dads' if you catch my drift..."[/i]
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Edited by Will: 11/10/2016 5:16:20 AM"Yeah..I'm aware." [i] Lance said thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on his opposite gauntlet.[/i] "I've got a sister on Earth, Lilah. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, and she's more than capable of defending her and herself." [i] When talking about Lilah.. "capable" was an understatement. [/i] "Trinity Blade, the girl who taught me my three swords style. She owes me a handful of favors, and she's kind of a badass. I'm The Godfather to her son." [i] Lance left the part out where they'd met because Lance tried to kill her.[/i]
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[i]"Hold up. I meant someone who didn't have like two quintillion kills under their belt. Like, a parental figure. You know. Someone not a fūcking army in one."[/i] [b]Damien gave Lance an incredulous look. Damien knew he wouldn't make the best guardian, but he still wanted Vanille to not become a killer. Once he had Belle returned to normal, he could have the mess sorted out.[/b] [i]"And I need a way to keep tabs. All of us do. If anything I have said is actually not bullshit, I need to know."[/i]
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"No..you're right. Strike Trinity from that list." [i] Lance said with a sheepish look. It wasn't that he wanted Vanille to become a killer, it was just that the list of people he trusted was small..really small.[/i] "My sister is still a good choice, I can count the amount of people she's killed one hand, all in self-defense. She doesn't have kids of her own but she's a great person." [i] If Lilah was anything like her brother, she would be an interesting one..but surely good hearted at her core.[/i]
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[i]"If you say so... If that doesn't work, I'll get Lucien... He's probably around. He's good with kids."[/i] [b]It was true. Lucien had mostly raised Nikki during Damien's darker days. She had turned out mostly alright, besides her rebellious nature. She only followed in her father's footsteps because she had been mostly doing good for the outer rim colonies...[/b] [i]"But keep me in touch. She seems like a sweetheart. Might wanna keep this one around..."[/i] [b]Damien remarked, throwing Vanille a distant glance, who had been drawing something far to elaborate for someone of her age.[/b]
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"I'll do you one better." [i] Lance flips a black coin to Damien, no bigger than a half dollar. It had symbols on both sides; one was a traditional Japanese pagoda, on the flip side was a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords..identical to the one on his breastplate.[/i] "It's a locator coin, an idea I came up with after seeing Annibelle's bells she had. After toying with Meta-physics, dimensional travel and a lot of other stuff, I came up with a way to teleport to someone who has another coin." [i]Lance says. As he explains it, Damien could see that Lance was a lot smarter in areas that didn't just involve a blade. Not quite Damien level..but he was knowledgeable.[/i] "It also works in reverse, kinda like a "ring bell for assistance" type system. Lilah has one, you can use it like an inter-dimensional communication system. Just stand near any patch of darkness and you've got an inter-dimensional FaceTime."
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[i]"Sounds like a dangerous way to give me an excuse to do experiments on your sister."[/i] [b]He joked, looking the coin over before flashing Vanille another stare.[/b] [i]"Lance... What's gonna happen if you meet Belle in combat...? She won't win..."[/i] [b]Damien knew Lance. He knew the outcome. He hadn't told Lance his plan yet because he was certain what would happen if he came to help with the assault.[/b]
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[i] Lance was silent for a moment, before looking at Damien.[/i] "First, I'm going to kill Creed, Salem, Mourne, and anyone else who had a hand in taking her." [i] He pauses again, his steel blue eyes looking to the sky as he said his next words quietly.[/i] "Then I'll do what needs to be done. From what Reaver told me, she's a weapon to Salem. If it gets to that point.." [i] Lance trailed off. The unnerving thing was..Damien saw Lance meant it. Even though if it meant ripping him psychologically and emotionally to shreds, he'd fight Belle..and win, if it was for the greater good. Then again..he was a great actor. [/i]
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[i]"Heh... Okay, May... I'm sure that trio would love to meet you."[/i] [b]Damien remarked cynically, giving Lance a very solemn stare.[/b] [i]"But I think you ought to know that not all things end happily. But, Belle is a different case. I owe her, and unfortunately, I can't remove my debt unless she is alive. I'll tell you this, May... I have a blurred line, one where I can barely tell the good guys from the bad... You ought to let me handle Belle and Salem..."[/i] [b]Vanille had long since stopped doodling and was staring intently at the duo, Damien throwing her a metal smile.[/b] [i]"Is my mom going to be okay?"[/i] [b]Damien thought for a moment before shaking his head.[/b] [i]"Nope. Never. You'd be wise to remember that. But, that's a good thing. Okay people suck... I think she's gonna be more than just okay."[/i] [b]Vanille nodded somberly, as if trying to convince herself that Damien was right.[/b] [i]"Besides, Lance, I think you owe it to Vanille."[/i] [b]Lance didn't really owe Vanille anything... But Damien wanted Vanille to feel a little more secure between the two.[/b]
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[i] Lance smiled at Vanille, nodding at Damien.[/i] "Belle and Salem are yours. But Mourne..Mourne's mine." [i] It was clear Lance was still angry about Mourne and what he'd done to Belle.[/i] "Pretty sure Ian has a vendetta out for Creed too.. that kid's got spunk if I've ever seen it." [i] Lance said with a chuckle. Ian had heart, and that was the most important thing in a person to Lance, but Ian might just be a bit out of his league, unless he had something Lance didn't know about. Which was more than likely. [/i] "I don't wanna see that kid die." [i] Lance said plainly. Something that would've normally been somber was bland coming from Lance.[/i]
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[i]"I'm sure... But I guess that means I have to tell you now. We are planning an attack on Salem's nuclear complex... Old Russia site. Don't know what's on the other side of the gateways... But there's been inter-dimensional activity for awhile now... Ian suggested you come."[/i] [b]There was a pause, a moment of silence from Damien, who ran his long tongue across his lower jaw, the strange muscle flexing slightly before bending back into his mouth.[/b]
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"He did?" [i] Lance asked, almost surprised. [/i] "If you don't mind, I'd like to. You could at least have someone with some above average competence watching your back." [i] Lance said with a grin.[/i]
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[i]"You are just a nice addition, May. I have family watching my back. We may not be perfect, but Omicron and Ian are family. They are more than competent."[/i] [b]Damien mused, sounding much older than he was. Sometimes, he was like the old version Lance had met long ago... The one with white hair and black tattoos... But Damien had aged quicker than most. His innocence had long been lost to his horrid childhood of slavery and abuse. He had to mature quickly to survive, and even now he still acted like he was a kid with a smartass attitude. But there was something Damien hated... And that was the undermining of his allies, intentional or not. He knew how family didn't always mean blood. Hell, his own twin brother no longer shared the same DNA... Not since the accident... But Ian, Jazz, Gideon... All of them were more than just guns and swords...[/b] [i]"And if you come, you are staying away from the front lines. Salem would love a chance to turn you against us."[/i]
