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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2016 9:00:58 PM
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[i]Pan cries a little before lifting her head. She opens her eye lids to reveal solid, dark red eyes.[/i]
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"Christ, kiddo... I-I'm sorry... Can you still see?"
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[i]Pan doesn't answer as she continues to sob uncontrollably.[/i]
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[b]I hold her close, and try to get her to calm down.[/b] "It's okay. Just tell me. Can you see still?"
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[i]Pan's voice is extremely shaky.[/i] "Yes...and no."
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"What does that mean, Pan? Can you or can you not see?"
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"I see it. The pain, the sadness, the guilt, the sorrow...all of it. I can see into the chaos and it's driving me mad. All of the voices are whispering in my ear and I can't tell what they're saying because there's so many of them. I can see the chaos energy around me."
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"Then do you wanna know what you can do? Close them. Now that I know, you can close them. If there's any way for me to help, tell me."
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[i]Pan closes her eyes and she sighs like the world had been taken off her shoulders.[/i] "I need help, father. I can't live like this."
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"How can I help, Pan? Tell me. Anything at all. I'll make it happen."
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"Maybe..." [i]Pan stops and looks around with her eyes open.[/i] "It's too late. I can sense him, father. An agent is coming for me."
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"A what? Is he coming to hurt you? I'll murder that fûcker if he is."
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[i]Pan looks around with a confused expression.[/i] "He...He seems familiar, like I've known him my whole life. I can't tell what his intentions are, but I doubt they're peaceful. He has lots of built up rage, I can feel it."
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"I know some people. We'll protect you. You don't have to worry. He doesn't stand a chance."
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[i]Pan shakes her head.[/i] "Just don't kill him on sight, even if he attacks."
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"Fine. Won't kill him, but he will not hurt you. At all. If he does, all bets are off."
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[i]Pan nods to agree.[/i] "Fine, father. Now, we should get some rest."
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"Preferably not in my room, though. That's kinda blood soaked at the moment. Have to get the cleaners in there. The cleaners are the privates, by the way."
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"Well, I guess you could sleep in the tree with me."
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"Kid, I only got one arm. I ain't climbing a tree. Won't be able to."
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"Then we can sleep at the base of the tree."
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"Alright. Sounds good to me. God knows I need some damned rest every once in a while. Used to believe in that old song, as it says. Ain't no rat for the wicked. Well, guess I ain't wicked then, am I?"
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[i]Pan laughs and starts to stand up, a hand on her side.[/i] "Lets go, father."
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[b]I try to get up with my one arm, but I can't.[/b] "Little help?"
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[i]Pan helps Grant up and grunts in pain from doing so.[/i] "Th-There we go. Can you walk?"
