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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/2/2016 3:05:11 AM
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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]
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"Yes, 100% free of charge." [i] He says with a grin. His face showed nothing but trustworthiness, and some enigmatic qualities. Not bad ones, just like he was someone that you'd never know everything about. The way his eyes twinkled with some unknown emotion..yeah, he was an odd one.[/i]
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[i]"Oh... Good... I don't have money."[/i] [b]Well... At least she was thinking about something else, even if it was the most bizarre thing to think about at that time.[/b] [b]She gave her leg a good shake before setting down lightly in her ballet shoes, testing its strength, finding it mostly... Fine, despite its failure earlier.[/b] [i]"Wow... Like magic..."[/i]
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[i] Lance outwardly cringed as he realized what Vanille reminded him of. Or who..rather. Belle, with the same shifting manner, quiet tone, dark hair and bright eyes.. but why was that? This girl could've passed for an eight year old Belle.. Lance was in that state of mind where he felt like he was on the edge of discovering something, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. And it was annoying the hell out of him. [/i] "What's like magic?" [i] Lance questions, his head tilted slightly.[/i]
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[i]"My leg... It's fixed... Did you do that...?"[/i] [b]She asked, her voice straightening out and her posture becoming more... Normal. In fact, her voice was something that had a certain charm to it. It was... Sweet... Like flowing honey... But it was also quiet like such a flow was hidden and protected. Perhaps she was just shy, or perhaps she was just... Like this.[/b]
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"Yes, I did. The men that were chasing you shot you, so I brought you back here." [i] He says with a half smile. What he didn't mention was what had happened to those men that were chasing her..[/i] "It should only itch for the next couple hours, but there'll be no scar or make there." [i] What did make Lance uneasy was how easily her attitude and demeanor had changed. It was like flipping a switch, but holding it between on and off. She wasn't bubbly, but she wasn't the scared little creature he'd met a few minutes ago. [/i]
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[i]"Oh... I see..."[/i] [b]She lifted her head up and looked at her hands, the soft pink fingers extending like small tree branches. Then, she observed the bandage under her sleeve and the number it hid...[/b] [i]"What do I do now...?"[/i] [b]She asked, not really to anyone but herself... Almost as if she had forgotten that Lance was still there.[/b]
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[i] Lance realized the question was more her talking to herself than anything, but he still spoke up anyway. It wouldn't do for both of them to sit in silence.[/i] "Whatever it is you want to do. If you have any questions or need help, I'll always be around." [i] He says with a friendly smile.[/i] "All you have to do is ask."
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[i]"Should I stay in this room...?"[/i] [b]She asked with a shuffle of her black shoes, her hands folding together in front of her stomach like an obedient soldier or servant...[/b] [b]Beyond that, it was a familiar motion... One very few made but one that the Aldon family was known for.[/b]
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[i] Lance's heart ached, like a serrated knife had been thrust through it. He'd seen that same motion so many times..it was so familiar. [/i] "Vanille..do you know a girl named Annibelle by any chance?" [i] Lance asked, ignoring her question. His voice was hopeful and almost desperate. Lance didn't believe in coincidences, and it couldn't hurt to ask. It was just too much the same. The shiftiness, the eyes, hair, the habits and motions..he didn't know how or why, but this girl was so much like Belle it hurt. [/i]
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[b]Vanille seemed taken aback for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. Then the mistrust fled back into her eyes as her hands peeled away before hanging loosely at her sides.[/b] [i]"Yes..."[/i] [b]She said quietly, her words frail and mostly unhelpful... But she was clearly a hard one to crack...[/b]
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[i] Lance's pulse kicked into overdrive, the thought of getting any kind of Intel on Belle was an intoxicating thought. One that he definitely didn't have enough of.[/i] "When was the last time you saw her?" [i] Lance questions, hands resting on the bed. His tone was sincere, no deceit or mischief found.[/i] "I don't mean to sound eager, but Belle..is someone very dear to me Vanille. And for a long time, I haven't been able to find her because she was taken by some very bad people."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 11/5/2016 7:23:37 PM[i]"Maybe... A few hours ago..."[/i] [b]She said simply, but as if guessing his next question, she continues, her eyes now fixated on his.[/b] [i]"She's in... A cold place with a lot of old buildings and snow... All she does is hang around the tall men."[/i] [b]What Vanille had so easily left out was how she knew Belle and why...[/b]
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[i] lance's muscle's seized up, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.[/i] "How do you know Belle, Vanille?" [i] He questions, his nerves quickly put on edge with only a few words from Vanille. Months of searching for Belle, and here she said she'd seen her a few hours ago. But how?[/i]
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[i]"She's my mother..."[/i] [b]And just like that, Vanille had shaken up the plans, turned the world upside down... It seemed unlikely... Belle had never mentioned a daughter, nor did she seem like the type to have children... But... She also was stuck in a rift where time worked differently, with strange people... What could have possibly transpired...? But perhaps the strangest part was Vanille's resemblance, she shared no features of a possible father... Almost like... A small clone.[/b]
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"She's your mother? Who's your father?" [i] Lance questions, his teeth practically grinding at this point. Belle was too young, but that didn't mean much. He also knew someone being a mother or father to someone wasn't necessarily the birth kind. [/i]
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]She responded in tangent, almost devoid of emotion... Nothing new, but it was eerie when combined with her words.[/b] [i]"I was never told..."[/i]
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[i] Lance groaned, running his hands over his face. He had no idea what to do here. It was like a massive jigsaw puzzle that was almost complete, but there were one or two pieces that he didn't have. But maybe someone he knew did.. Lance stood up, tapping some buttons on a screen that lit up on his gauntlet.[/i] "Vanille, just sit right here for a minute. I've got a call to make." [i] Lance stepped outside the door and called Damien, using the frequency he'd gathered from the numerous meetings of theirs. After all, it was always nice to be able to give someone a call. And Damien was the only other one who seemed to know anything about Belle, and he was positive he'd know if she'd had a daughter..[/i] "Lordan."
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[b]There was static in the end for a minute before a crackling noise and eventually a loud grumble came through.[/b] [i]"Who is this...? It's like... Two in the fūckin' morning..."[/i] [b]A very groggy yet, just angry enough to function Damien picked up on the other end, obviously woken from his sleep. He waited for a response before talking again.[/b]
