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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/16/2016 9:37:17 AM
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[spoiler]There's a 50/50 chance. Based off the flip of a coin. If she ain't Hollow, serum worked, but that's the last fine it will.[/spoiler]
[u]"Luka...it's very complicated.[/u]
[u]I'm...I'm not exactly normal, at all. If I die, I'll go...Hollow. Hollowing is bad. Very bad."[/u]
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*Luka "And that's when you become a skeleton?" "No Luka, skeletal. She just becomes... Very, very thin..." *Luka "Oh, okay. Can I hop on your lap?"
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[u]"Not really skeletal...Well, thin. And...other things.[/u] [u]Sure. You can hop on my lap."[/u] [i]The knightess chuckled slightly as she looked back up at Sketch, only smirking as she prepared for Luka to hop on.[/i] [u]"So how's Leyla? That's who you married, right? Sorry, my memory's just...fuzzy."[/u]
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Edited by Skatch142: 11/16/2016 11:57:49 AM*Luka hops onto her lap, curling up like a partly scaly kitten.* "Yep, I'm married to Leyla. And she's doing alright. Obviously we've had kids..."
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[u]"Good to hear, good to hear. Saw that Olivia was here earlier. Then again, she's...sorta gone off the map. There's also some depressed blind mage, think her name is...Mary? Maria? Marci? It's something like that. We've become friends. I help her get around, due to her, ah...condition. You wanna go see her in a bit?"[/u]
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"Sure... I think I know her sister... And Orn has gone off the map as well as Smough. I wish I could see them again but... I don't think I will. Orn proved that he didn't care about me..." *His ears droop down at the thought of Orn, one of his best friends in the Dojo.*
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[u]"Hey...it'll be alright. Orn was stressed out about...something. Then, well...he sorta vanished.. He'll come back. I hope...[/u] [u]...Now. I guess we should get going. Luka, mind hoping off?"[/u]
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*Luka had fallen asleep and is purring. His wing is curled over him like a blanket.* "Heh, he always likes sleeping on people's laps..." *He takes Luka off of Anri's lap, waking him up. He turns into his Sphirnian form and snuggles up in Sketch's arms.* "Alright, let's go see her."
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[u]"Alright.."[/u] [i]Anri rose up, beginning to head to her apartment complex.[/i] [i]Timeskip![/i] [u]"And...we're here."[/u] [i]The three stood outside of a wooden door leading into an apartment room, while Anri simply knocked upon it.[/i] [u]"Tak! I'm home!"[/u] [i]A pair of booming footsteps could be heard from inside as a seven foot tall Japanese man opened the door, his short dark hair messy and tangled. He seemed to have been living with both Anri and Marcia.[/i] [i]Takahashi:[/i] [u]"Oh. Good afternoon, Anri." [/u] [i]The samurai bowed deeply.[/i] [u]"And good afternoon to...who are these two again?"[/u] [i]Anri:[/i] [u]"Friends. Sketch and Luka. Marcia's in there, right?"[/u] [i]Takahashi:[/i] [u]"Mm. Yes, she's "watching" some sort of...sport."[/u]
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*Sketch looks between them, confused.* "Do you three live together?"
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[i]Anri:[/i] [u]"Ah, yes! We live together. Me, Tak and Marci."[/u] [i]Takahashi:[/i] [u]"Would you like to come inside? Have a drink, chat?"[/u]
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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."
