{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/1/2016 6:07:09 AM
1
[b]Lana giggled once more, as if such an answer was obvious.[/b]
[i]"Some could say that... But he likes to use his knives. His swords are special..."[/i]
[b]She nodded to herself knowing full well the weight Damien put on his 'babies'. He... Collected weapons...[/b]
[i]"I'd be carefully though, Mister. Damien gets really angry... And he gets... Bad, when he's really angry."[/i]
[b]Lana didn't really second guess others, but in a real fight, Damien fought with the intention to kill. Sparring... He played soft. If anything Damien would think it a game. If anything, the young woman seemed worried for her friend.[/b]
[b]She shrugged with a bland and hopeless movement. She didn't like conflict herself... And Damien's inherent anger lately had put her on edge... She hoped this Alister could perhaps cheer him up.[/b]
[i]"If you do seek him out, can you not be mean to him, Mister? I'm sure he'd like to meet you... But don't call him names... I think he might be sick."[/i]
English
-
"I don't plan on getting him angry, Lana. And sick? Shouldn't there be a doctor somewhere here? After all, this place does sound like an arena. I would expect an abundance of medics or doctors to be in such a location." Lucien took note of every word Lana said regarding Damien, contrary to his response about his well-being. By default he immediately began linking the man's 'special swords' to unique weapons he had faced in the past: Youtou, experimental Iconoclast weaponry and Infected ritual weapons. All which evoked a sense of grim nostalgia for him. Damien seemed like quite the interesting man indeed. "I suppose I'll be heading over to the desert if I have enough spare time, Lana. I first need entry into this place -" he says as he points to the massive gates "- in order to find Alister."
-
[i]"I don't mean like a cold Mister... I think he's upset... It's nothing new I suppose."[/i] [b]She gave Lucien a long stare before looking at the large gates.[/b] [i]"Well... Good luck... I must be going! I have to feed Alphonse!"[/i] [b]With a small wave and a large grin, revealing perfectly pale white skin and almost blue lips, she began a slow skip down the stairs, eventually unfolding like paper until she drifted away into dozens of paper butterflies, as if made up of a swarm.[/b]
-
Edited by Chinkronomicon: 11/2/2016 9:38:06 PMA smile formed upon Lucien's lips as his worry began to fade. [i]What a strange girl,[/i] he thought, using the adjective ironically. Nothing was that strange to him anymore, only things of note being people or objects that intrigued him. Other than that he valued little of his personal opinion in favour of his objective survival instinct. Damien and Lana. Were they somehow connected by something other than a rescue mission, something connected to the past? The thought played in Lucien's mind as he wandered. One thing was for sure. He would have to pay this Damien a visit sometime, whether it be to help him find Alister or to spar. [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
