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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/10/2016 12:40:57 PM
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[b][i]A Temporary Curing[/i][/b]
[b][i]Courtyard A1, Dojo[/i][/b]
[b][i]2:30 PM[/i][/b]
[i]"Lord of Hollows,
May the dark sigil guide thy way."[/i]
[i][u]-Yuria of Londor[/u][/i]
[b]For within the first of the Courtyards inside of the walls of the place of combat, there was only one.[/b]
[b]As the flat-screen television depicted one of the older fights - a battle between a knightess and a purple-haired girl, both of them young and not the best in combat. The film appeared to have been from...years ago. It had to be older than ten years, really. It ended with both of the two walking off and chatting, and the flickering image cut off.[/b]
[b]The one that watched the old film was the knightess.[/b]
[b]Clad in a dirty, ancient set of previously gleaming Elite Knight Armor, with brilliant light blue cloth outlined with fabric tinted with gold, the armor was also complemented with shining steel and dull brown leather, most of the metal covering the leggings and left arm and gauntlet. The steel helmet, which also included a pointed visor, that finished the armor off was lying on a wooden table, alongside a three foot long straight sword. [/b]
[b]But the face of the woman seemed...cleansed. Different.[/b]
[b]The woman seemed older, probably in her mid-thirties, with an angular, shark face and a look of what seemed to be sorrow. It was a look that could have been associated with a previous Hollow, although she looked...cured. Short, dirty blonde covered her head, while her light green eyes only stared at the screen before she sighed in what seemed to be sadness. If only things could be the way that they were.. [/b]
[b]And so, the now temporarily cured Hollow Anri sat there. She had been assisted by a clone by the name of Clover earlier, plus...a friend. One that some would not approve of. It didn't matter to Anri, she thought that it was worth it. That it was worth accepting the help of one that had previously harmed her.
And thus, she sat there, before leaning back against her wooden chair and sighing once more.[/b]
(Open. Short post ;-;)
English
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"Um, sure. Okay."
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[i]Takahashi:[/i] [u]"Good, good."[/u] [i]As the four entered the room, Sketch caught a glimpse of what seemed to have been Marcia; a young girl, sitting on the edge of one of the three beds while listening to a baseball game with a high amount of attention. Her eyes were completely blue, almost in a magical sense. Paintings of Japanese warriors, buildings and dragons were upon the apartment's walls, each by a "Takahashi Kimura". They were extremely well done pieces.[/i] [i]Anri:[/i] [u]"Should've mentioned that Takahashi paints. A lot."[/u]
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"Wow, they're really good... I draw practically everything myself, actually. I've told you that I draw every new thing and person that I see on this planet, right?"
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[i]Anri:[/i] [u]"I think you've drawn me before...wait, here it is!"[/u] [i]Anri sprinted towards the nightstand in the room, and pulled out a crinkled, old paper.[/i] [u]"Here!"[/u] [i]She held it outwards. It was clearly the picture, or painting, I forgot, that Sketch had drawn for her...almost thirteen years ago.[/i] [u]"I've had it for...a while."[/u] [i]Marcia:[/i] [u]"Guys, can you be quiet? This sport is...well, interesting."[/u]
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*He smiles as he takes the picture, looking at it and ignoring Marcia.* "Wow... You really kept it all this time? I-I'm touched..."
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[i]Anri:[/i] [u]"It reminded me back in the worst of times that...that somewhere, out there in the universe, there were others that cared. That there were others that would stand up for me if the time arose, helped me if they could...it kept me sane.." [/u] [i]Anri sighed a little, sitting down on the bed Marcia was on.[/i] [i]Anri:[/i] [u]"Marcia's sport thing is about to be off in a minute. I think Tak made drinks."[/u]
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*He follows her to the bed, handing the photo back and wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.* "Well I'll always care about you, Anri. I'm glad that picture made such a big difference."
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*Outside the door, Clover was simply watching the video Anri was watching via the window. She was wearing her civilian clothes; some green hair, a white and green jacket over a standard white tank top, with whit E pants and some green and white Converse sneakers. She simply came into the room via the window, and just...watched Anri.*
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[b]Anri didn't notice Clover at all, being caught up with her meditation or something of the sort. She seemed to be at peace - yet longed for something. Or perhaps, someone. The television screen remained black and empty, although it then suddenly switched over to actual television. The news eventually came on, showing recent occurrences and an advertisement for the tournament coming up.[/b]
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*Clover wondered what was going on with Anri, as she watches with interest.*
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Edited by Orn: 11/11/2016 12:18:25 PM[b]The knightess didn't even bother to look up and see the news, as it then switched to a commercial. After a moment, Anri sighed as she rose up from her chair, her right hand's fingers wrapping around the hilt of the straight sword. She stared into it's shining blade for a moment, before taking it and sheathing it at her side, and then took the helmet and placed it upon her head. She appeared to be leaving.[/b]
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*Clover sighs, starting to follow her.* "I wonder what she's trying to do? I mean, she is some kind of fighter here like the commander...but what exactly are these fighters like?" She thought, staying as silent as possible.
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[b]Eventually, the knightess stopped in one of the other courtyards, one preferably for training. Scorches and burn spots had been left upon the earth from previous battles, evident to Anri herself. Sighing, she took position at the end of the courtyard, and eventually sat down. Anri appeared to be waiting for a fight.[/b]
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*She checked her rounds, made sure the cloak was working, and making sure that her twin daggers were working. If she wanted a fight...then maybe she'll be willing to be that fight.* Clover approached the sitting Anri and lightly tapped her shoulder.
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[b]The knightess didn't jolt up in surprise of fear, but instead simply raised her head up without looking back.[/b] [i]"...You wish to fight me, then?"[/i]
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"Um...it seemed like you were looking for one." She responded, ready to fight the knightess. (Not to the death, of course.)
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Edited by Orn: 11/13/2016 4:30:33 AM(Good, lol.) [i]"I...Okay."[/i] [b]Although the knightess sounded ever so nervous, she nodded toward Clover and then, suddenly recognized her. Anri rose up, turning towards the clone.[/b] [i]"...Clover? Didn't think you'd be...well, here.." [/i]
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"Eh...was kinda searching around the Dojo while the rest of my squad is sleeping. Kimda found you...and yeah, now we're here." She responds, chuckling a little.
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[i]"Oh. Er...right. Guess the challenger gets the first move, then..."[/i] [b]Anri was referring to Clover as the "challenger", as she then raised her crest shield and clasped her straight sword tightly.[/b]
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*She pulls a smile, pulling out her twin daggers and some sort of device on her wrist.* "Hope you like to fight an enemy you can't see." Clover replies, chucking a smoke grenade around her and went invisible.
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[u]"Certainly exciting."[/u] [i]Anri chuckled, before beginning to back away from where Clover had been. She wanted Clover to come right at her, while she kept her shield raised and glimpsed to her left and right constantly, and due to Anri backing off, she was basically forcing the clone to attack first.[/i]
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*She hears a sigh from somewhere, before one of the daggers imbedded itself into her shield, the other trying to slash Anri's right arm.*
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[i]Anri didn't immediately reacted to the dagger that had went through her steel shield, although it's blade became stuck within it. She did react to the second dagger, as she positioned her own sword to where it's blade would deflect the knife's. Rearing back her crest shield, she slammed it towards where the secondary dagger had come from, in some attempt to bash Clover away.[/i]
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*Anri hears a thud, and a small bump, as Clover decloaks, rubbing her forehead.* "Damn." Was all she said, pulling out her DL-44 and shot five shots into her shield.
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[i]A yell of utmost pain was heard as each shot buster through the shield, five holes appearing with it and Anri herself. In shock and pain, the knightess dropped the shield, her empty hand retreating to the already cauterized wounds. The shield was steel, yes. But it couldn't withstand blaster fire at all.[/i]
