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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
11/12/2016 3:44:54 AM
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[b][i]The Unforgiven[/i][/b]
Alright, here's the deal, sweetheart. There's an anklet on ya, you go outside of the inner walls of the Dojo, it'll hit you with a nice dosage of electricity. Tamper with it, same result. Got me?
[i]Said Wilson, looking down to the woman before him, who nodded in response.
She looked fairly rough for wear, bandages on her face, gauze wrappings on her hand and arm, and more on her legs, although they weren't visible beneath her combat pants. She held a leather coat over herself to keep the snow and cold off, but beneath it, all she wore was a tank top. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she seemed to be fairly afraid of the Courier. [/i]
Don't cause any trouble. Don't let anyone know that you had any connection with that slaughter if you want to survive.
[i]Wolfe said coldly.[/i]
[i]The woman turned away from them, and walked unsteadily into the Dojo, gazing back at them uneasily every few seconds as if they were going to shoot her in the back. They did not. [/i]
I'll keep watch on her. I don't think she'll be trying anything, you've practically shattered her.
[i]Wolfe remarked, looking at Wilson.[/i]
That was the goal, kid.
[i]he shot back.[/i]
[i]Wolfe disappeared, and Wilson turned, heading back off to his bunker to clean up and resupply himself. Meanwhile, the woman had made her way into the Dojo, and immediately she began to make her way towards a cafe. Her body ached, and she needed something warm to drink. She'd get clothes and more gear later. For now, she was just grateful to be alive.[/i]
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Bump. Still open.
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[b]She hears a familiar British voice in her head[/b] I guess 'the Wolf' has gotten to you? *tuts* Shouldn't have brought kids into it...
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[i]She didn't respond. They told her not to speak of it, and so she wouldn't. Hurriedly, she headed into a small cafe, finding a seat in a corner booth, facing the door.[/i]
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[b]He ceases his telepathic link and follows her.[/b]
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[i]She immediately attempted to blend in with the crowd, avoiding looking towards him or giving herself away in any manner possible. She was not sure of his intentions, and certainly didn't want to find out what they were. [/i]
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[b]he keeps focus on her.[/b]
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[i]She continued to ignore him, she wasn't looking for conversation or conflict.[/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/12/2016 1:12:35 PM"It seems that you unfortunately are forced into this Dojo. Quite a shame." You hear a woman say next to you. She sounds somewhat Asian.
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[i]She nearly jumped upon hearing the voice, but upon her insistence to reach for a weapon; she remembered that she had been stripped of her gear. Staring back at the woman, she said nothing, but there was clearly fear in her eyes.[/i]
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*It seemed to be some sort of Asian woman. She seemed to be looking towards her, holding out an EMP grenade.* "I could break that little tracker of yours if you like." She responds, looking toward the tracker.
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No.... no... tampering with it will set it off.... please, no... [i]She seemed extremely concerned, not wanting to push her luck. Perhaps it was because she knew that there was more than just the tracker making sure she wouldn't leave.[/i]
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"Alright." She responds, putting the grenade away. "Zera, by the way." She says, holding a hand out to shake.
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[i]The other woman shook her hand, but said nothing in return. Her hand was shaking, wrapped in gauze, a slight reddish patch in the center.[/i]
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"Perhaps you need medical support?" Zera suggests, as she finishes drinking some tea and touching the injury.
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[i]She pulls her hand back rather quickly, not showing the pain in her face.[/i] I am fine, Madame, please, I do not need help.
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"You do. I could see it in those eyes of yours." She responds. " I can't blame you for whatever torture you must've gone through."
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[i]If only you knew what I had done before, she thought.[/i] Please, I am quite alright. I do not need any help. [i]She had a clear accent, soft, perhaps French?[/i]
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"Well..it is alright." She says, before deciding to do something she COULD regret; she activated her DNI, and implants it into the woman's memory, searching through it for the possible reason for the injury.
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[i]Thirty people, their throats slit, killed in cold blood. She took the little girl from her mother, forced her to watch as her mother bled out. She used the girl as a hostage, she had rigged an inn to explode and collapse. Had it not been for a tag-team of soldiers, she'd have killed the girl too. She woke up in a room, a garage full of weapons and plenty of torture tools. She'd been waterboarded, electrocuted, beaten, everything typical, and she spilled her guts after a few hours of it. The two men she had been with earlier, the bigger one had done this. He wanted to kill her, the other man had stopped him.[/i]
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*With Zera gaining access to Rose's memories, the woman had access to the Asian's mind. Starting with the death of her father, she could see multiple things; the ordering of killings and hostage situations; the slashing of other crime gangs via a slash by Zera's katana; even the location of her group, the 54i. New...Ilios...* *Eventually, Zera let's go of Rose, breaking the mental link between the two minds.*
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[i]She staggered back, rubbing her temples.[/i] What... what did you do? [i]She asked accusingly.[/i]
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"I...I used my DNI to hack into your memories; find out what cause the tracker." She says, still in a little disbelief over the memories that washed through her.
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[i]She looked up to the woman, fear in her eyes. Nobody was supposed to know what she'd done, she'd be dead meat. She was lucky as it was that the man who had tortured her hadn't killed her. Rose looked as if she wanted to run.[/i]
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*Zera leaned into her ear.* "Don't worry; no one will know but the two of us." She assures. "But you don't say anything about what you saw."
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[i]She wouldn't. She couldn't even begin to fully comprehend it. Her head hurt badly, and she wanted to rest, to get away from all these people.[/i]
