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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2016 3:17:28 AM
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"Uf! Yeah. You're actually doing pretty well. Are you sure you haven't had any training?"
He steps back, putting his arms in a defensive position.
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[i]Pan shrugs.[/i] "Maybe when they were trying to make me an agent they made a couple of things muscle memory.....Umm.... I mean, I don't know?"
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"Wait, agent? Muscle memory? What?" Cannon's guard drops as he cocks his head in confusion.
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[i]Pan nervously laugh and starts to walk backwards, towards the exit.[/i] "Nothing, Cannon. It's nothing..."
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Cannon gives her a disbelieving look. "Are you sure?"
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[i]Pan nods quickly.[/i] "Just me being me! Y'know how random I can be! I'm Pan....right?"
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"Alright. If you're not going to tell me, I'll just have to trust you on it." He nods. "Now, where were we?"
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[i]Pan vanishes and reappears on Cannon's back. She wraps her legs around his neck and flips him to the ground.[/i] "Wee!"
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"Whoa!" Cannon topples over, pulling Pan down as he goes and on his back with her on top.
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[i]Pan sits on top of Cannon's chest and giggles.[/i] "This is fun!"
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"Ow..." The Mandalorian mutters, rubbing the back of his head. "Why is it every time I take off that helmet around you, I get hit in the head?"
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[i]Pan knocks on the helmet on her head.[/i] "Maybe you should wear this more often."
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"You're right. And I'd probably look a lot nicer that way too." He laughs.
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[i]Pan shakes her head and taps the helmet on her head[/i]. "No, your face is handsome! I'm the one who should keep a helmet on."
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Cannon looks surprised. "Why? You're... You're beautiful!" He blushes furiously as he stutters. "W-why would you cover your face? Besides for protection in combat that is?"
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[i]Pan turns her head away from Cannon.[/i] "I-It was...."
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"Pan'ika," he asks cautiously, "what's wrong?"
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[i]Pan took off her helmet. Everything about her face seemed fine, but she wasn't opening her eyes.[/i]
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"Cyar'ika, look at me please." Cannon urges worriedly as he slowly sits up, gently brushing his thumb across her cheek.
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[i]Pan starts to cry and shakes her head.[/i] "You shouldn't see me like this..." [i]Reluctantly she opens her eyes. Her eyes are dark red with small black marks randomly placed.[/i]
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"What happend?" Cannon asks, his voice filled with worry as he looks at her eyes. His voice no less caring as he continues to gently stroke her cheek with his thumb.
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[i]Pan suddenly jerks her head away and shuts her eyes.[/i] "M-My freind was going to die....Chaos isn't meant for healing, but I tried anyway. He's fine and lived, but...me? The chaos has almost fully consumed me now.... I can see fear, sorrow, guilt, and anger like they're physical things. I hear constant voices whispering into my ear and I don't know what they're saying."
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Cannon was speechless. His mouth went dry. Not knowing what to say he simply pulled her into a hug, hoping that would at least comfort her slightly. "You're not dead yet," he finally forced out, "and it'll be a cold day in haran when I let you go without a fight. I swear if there's a way to make it out alive, we will find it." He planted a small kiss on her forehead.
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[i]Pan hugs back like her life depends on it and cries into your shoulder.[/i] "Make them stop!"
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Cannon dosent know what to do so he just holds her, gently stroking her hair.
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[i]Pan sobs for what feels like hours before finally stopping.[/i]
