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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2016 3:18:19 AM
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"Hopefully you can put on a smile and not mention tests as soon as she's there. Seems like there was a lot of that going on and she's still shaken up."
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[i]"Lance... Have you seen my mouth? When I smile I look like a Jack'O'Lantern with an underbite..."[/i] [b]Well, sounded like he was waking up at least... But there wasn't a whole lot that Damien could do to appear 'friendly'. He was not very normal or professional in any aspect... Besides killing and being rude.[/b] [i]"But... I can try my best..."[/i]
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"Just don't give her nightmares and we'll be okay. Where are you at?" [i] Lance questions. While Damien was an..enigma, he was a overall nice guy when it came to those who warranted it. She'd be in good hands with him..probably.[/i]
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[i]"Desert... The outskirts... A military camp."[/i] [b]He said, giving the dry details of the camp he had set up with the rest of Omicron.[/b]
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"Alright. See you in a minute." [i] Lance walks back into the room, running a hand through his hair and sighing.[/i] "Vanille, I'm going to take you to a friend of mine who can look out for you better than I can."
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[b]She looked up at Lance with a passive expression, willing to do whatever needed to happen... Not like she could protest. So far he had been mostly kind... But it was difficult to really tell. Vanille had met men with kind facades, and sinister intent...[/b]
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"He's a nice guy, truly. If not a bit odd." [i] Lance says with a chuckle, extending a hand towards Vanille.[/i]
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[b]She looked at his hand uncomfortably, before slowly extending her own. It was a small and frail kind of hand, with fingers that looked like they were better at drawing pictures than anything else... But as her hand touched his, a shiver went down her spine, her innate fear of touch kicking into overdrive as her eyes dilated to large black pools... Yet one more thing she had in common with Belle.[/b]
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[i] He grasped her hand gently in his, before they were pulled through time and space. They reappeared in the desert, in the midst of the military camp Damien had described moments earlier.[/i] "You really should get better security Lordan. Someone like me could do something like that." [i] He says with a chuckle, talking into space but knowing Damien was most likely listening..he was weird like that. [/i]
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[i]"Who's gonna attack us, May? The sand?"[/i] [b]Damien scoffed, sitting at a swivel chair, the night sky clear overhead. The rain hadn't carried this far.[/b] [b]Damien himself was wearing simple black shorts, shirtless. It showed off a lot of the metal grafted into his skin and his cloth wrapped right arm... He looked impressive outside his gear. Not because of his combat potential, but because of his innate will to live despite the whole 'machine' body situation.[/b] [b]The Judge didn't bother to look up, focused on wiping clean a silver flask.[/b] [i]"So, details...?"[/i]
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"What kind of details?" [i] Lance said, still holding Vanille's hand in a hope that it was a comforting gesture, considering Damien wasn't the most enticing person to look at in terms of welcoming capability. Frankly, he was intimidating with all the metal.[/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]
