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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/5/2016 10:25:01 PM
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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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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 11/11/2016 8:31:34 PM[i]"That's the thing... I have a five minute period when I break my sensor. The swelling in my brain stops all forms of mind control or warping. I die, but it means five minutes to sink my teeth in. If that doesn't work, I'm installing a self auto heart stopper, and resuscitator, and my consciousness will be uploaded into my spinal cord. If I die, I can be remade... But... I'm sure it'll be fine as long as Creed doesn't get my body. I can't defend against Midnight Rain... But you can. You have a form of anti-material. Shadow shit. Don't think the compound will be able to absorb it."[/i] [b]Damien had figured something as dark and inhaling as Midnight Rain would be a good counter. After all, chaos armor seemed to be strong... It was worth a shot.[/b]
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[i] Lance nodded thoughtfully, holding up a hand, where wispy darkness floated and danced across his palm.[/i] "If he can't absorb it, than I've got a couple of tricks that should leave him a pile of ash." [i] Lance said quietly.[/i] "What kind of seals does he have? Because I know he does."
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[i]"I don't personal know. Besides a healing factor, I've only seen stuff with Midnight Rain..."[/i] [b]Creed had hid his powers long ago. The man was clever and perceptive, usually the only one a step ahead of Damien.[/b] [i]"But there is one thing... Creed has an Adaption Protocol. He changes based on what you do and who you are. And the same thing doesn't work on him twice... At least, he finds a counter for it."[/i]
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[i] Lance pondered on that for a moment. He asked because he knew Ian had a copycat seal, being able to use his opponents unique abilities while it was active. There was also his metal seals..he and Ian had spent a good time learning each other's abilities in their spare time, learning how to compliment each other's styles. [/i] "So he imitates who he's fighting. I'd love to see him keep up." [i] Lance said with a smirk. Maybe Creed could, but Lance could get up to a ridiculous speed..[/i] "What exactly is Midnight Rain? How does it factor as a weapon?"
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[i]"Midnight Rain is Creed's personal chemical weapon. It absorbs all matter and DNA replicating it at a massive scale. It copies the abilities... Which means dangerous things happen. It also causes horrid mutation... It's just bad stuff."[/i] [b]Vanille who was still listening piped in, giving Damien a worried glance.[/b] [i]"Is it black... And smell like something burning?"[/i] [i]"Yeah... Just like that... You know it, Missy?"[/i] [b]She nodded, not saying more.[/b]
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"Can you make a weapon out of Midnight Rain? Or imbue one with it?" [i] Lance says, obviously getting at something but whatever it was, it wasn't quite evident. That was Lance for sure..always wondering about something and trying to gather information on it.[/i]
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[i]"Yes... But only my brother and Creed have done it. I carry a weapon made from it... Powerful sword."[/i] [b]Damien mused, his brother's creation more than just a 'sword'...[/b]
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[i] Lance chuckled. Damien was just as secretive as him.[/i] "So I take it; it makes a good weapon. What happens if it gets in your body? Does it work like an infection?" [i] Lance was asking questions related to Ian's ability to absorb a metal and turn his body into a weapon. While it may have not crossed Ian's mind..it had Lance's. [/i]
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[i]"No... More mental assault kinda deal."[/i] [b]Damien wasn't to eager to give away his favorite weapons abilities... But beyond that he didn't know all the secrets anyways. Lucien had bonded with Midnight Rain and learned all its secrets long ago... Damien barely knew a few page worth of notes about the stuff.[/b]
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"I appreciate the Intel. Knowledge is power and all that shit." [i] Lance says, looking at Vanille.[/i] "I suppose I should get going and take her to my sister's."
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[i]"You do that... "[/i] [b]Damien remarked, a small syringe now in his hand, seemingly from nowhere, filled with what looked like blood. Lance couldn't have seen it, as most couldn't watch a FTL movement... And Vanille hadn't even felt it, but Damien had collected a sample. The only evidence was the syringe, and it would be impossible to actually pin it on him.[/b] [i]"Alright, Missy... May here is gonna take you somewhere safe, understood?"[/i] [b]Vanille nodded and folded the notebook moving it towards Damien, only for him to shake his head.[/b] [i]"Keep it."[/i] [b]With a happy glint in her eyes, Vanille looked at Lance expectantly.[/b]
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[i] Lance gives a two fingered salute lazily to Damien, before brushing his fingers barely across Vanille's arm before they are transported through time and space, falling through the void.. ~~ They reappear on a seemingly endless field of green, but closer inspection would show they were on a massive lawn, and to their right was an endless driveway, at the end was an impressive sprawling farmhouse. It was modern and sleek, with columns and clean paint, with several muscle cars in the driveway. The house was on a massive piece of property, and the road was quite a ways away. They were seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but it was pieceful and beautiful.[/i]
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[b]Vanille, looked around, almost startled with the large patch of green stretched out before her. She had never seen so much grass. For most, it was a common sight, but not to her... And of course there was still the farm and driveway.[/b] [i]"Oh..."[/i] [b]He breathed, unsure of what to say or do... Foreign land... She still didn't quite trust all these people... But so far... She hadn't been tested, or yelled at by a soldier. And she had a new notebook to draw and write in... That was... Good.[/b]
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"My sister, Lilah lives here. She's really nice and loves art, and cooks awesome food. You'll like her, I promise." [i] Lance says with a smile, starting across the massive lawn to the house. Unlike what other people had promised her in the past, Lance actually meant his. He walked up the porch steps, and held the screen door open to for Vanille.[/i]
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[b]Vanille followed after, a somber feeling in her steps. For such a young girl, she seemed to carry emotions even most adults couldn't handle... In a way she resembled her 'mother' but also Damien. Both had aged incredibly fast... But it was for the best. It meant Vanille would be able to handle herself.[/b] [b]She approached the door and hesitated outside for a moment before stepping in, eyes flickering across details as she kept silent.[/b]
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[i] The house was simple and modern in nature, black leather furniture and wooden tables and end tables. Pictures of nature littered the walls, from waterfalls to forests to deserts. Several canvases were on easels in the living room, where a woman was painting. When she turned around, her features were on display. She was young, no older than 27 or so, with long flowing dark hair and soft eyes, a perpetual smile always playing at her lips. She had a strange tattoo of sorts under her eye, and a white painters apron that had dried paint on it; along with a pair of blue jeans. She was very pretty with nice curves, but not obnoxiously so. [/i] "Hey Lance..you have a child with you." [i] The woman stated, faltering slightly, eyes taking in Vanille and Lance at the same time.[/i] "Hey Lilah..I need a fav-" "Yes, she can stay here. That's totally okay." [i] She says with a smile, and Lane faltered slightly.[/i] https://imgur.com/a/373vE
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[b]Vanille looked at the woman, then back to Lance with a harsh glance, something that said 'wow, you two are definitely siblings'. Vanille was a silent little judge, and to see the impressive Oni Mask Man completely whipped by his sister was... Interesting.[/b] [b]She turned once more, black hair bouncing slightly, as she looked at the woman.[/b] [i]"Hi..."[/i] [b]She whispered quietly, her hands folding neatly at her stomach.[/b]
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"Thank you." [i] Lance mouthed at Lilah, before making Introductions.[/i] "Vanille, this is Lilah." [i] Lance said with a smile, as Lilah rolled her eyes.[/i] "Because you didn't just say my name a moment ago." [i] Lance shut up quickly, seemed like he was more intimidated by his little sister than most men with guns.[/i] "Hey Vanille. I hope you like artwork..it's kind of all over the place." [i] she said with a chuckle, and yes..it was. Landscapes, portraits, abstract, all of it littered the walls and all of it handpainted, with the same signature on all of them. Lilah was quite the artist, in addition to the three canvases she had in the living room. Two were blank, but one had the beginnings of a face.[/i]
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[b]Vanille couldn't help but smile. This Lilah person was amusing, and she liked art... Few things beat that...[/b] [i]"I love art..."[/i] [b]She said with a slight nod of her head, as if the motion would confirm it more.[/b]
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"Yeah? Do you draw?" [i] Lilah says with a nod at her book in her hand, while Lance looked like he was going to make a sarcastic remark, which was customary for him, a sharp glance from Lilah shut him up. Yup..whipped.[/i]
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[i]"Not really... Today was the first time. I'm not allowed."[/i] [b]She remarked, a mostly innocent comment, but one that was poisoned with the venom of her previous home. It was obvious that Lance wasn't the one to constrict her, but whoever had her last did not appreciate her expressing herself.[/b]
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[i] Lilah frowned like the expression of creativity being restricted was an atrocious thing, and to her, it was. She replaced it with a smile and gestured to the house, which was littered with art supplies and unkempt in an organized sort of way.[/i] "Expression is completely allowed here. Actually, just about anything is. You can do whatever you'd like." [i] She says with a grin, and Lance nods with a smile.[/i] "Thank you Lilah." [i] He turns to Vanille.[/i] "You're gonna love it here Vanille, Mr. Damien and I will be around to see how you're doing every so often, but until then I want you to have as much fun as you can possibly have." [i] He says, grinning and tilting his head slightly. [/i]
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[i]"Thank you..."[/i] [b]She said, the gratitude extending to both of them. Only time would be able to tell if these people were sincere, but she didn't have much reason to doubt. And she would try to enjoy herself while she could... Though, she barely knew how.[/b]
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"Of course." [i] Lance says, and with that, he stands back up and nodding at his sister, exits the building. He even refused to give his sister a hug or something..he was too brooding for his own good. Lilah rolled her eyes and walked towards Vanille, pointing at a staircase.[/i] "You'll have to excuse my brother. You're room though is upstairs, if you'd like to see it."
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[i]"Sure."[/i] [b]She said simply, not hesitating to move in that direction, quickly climbing up the stairs. She was independent and solitary, but for her demeanor it was expected... She wasn't going to sit around and wait to be escorted everywhere, and right now she need a good long time to think on her own.[/b]
