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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/19/2016 11:11:50 PM
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[i]"My home is gone..."[/i]
[b]She didn't need to say more. It carried a lot of weight as it was. She had lost everything... Well, except Desmond... Which is why she had decided to come back.[/b]
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"And everyone with it." [i] He stated, not a question. She wouldn't be here if she had anything remaining back home for her.[/i] "Those people that Aurox said were trying to seize control, they did, didn't they?"
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[i]"Yes. All that's left is their House. The leader used to be a childhood friend... But we came from very different places..."[/i] [b]She sighed, her eyes closing as she let her shoulders slump and head hang. She was tired and still in pain. It would be awhile before she could close her wounds...[/b]
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Edited by Will: 12/19/2016 11:33:22 PM"What did he do to you?" [i] This time, Desmond emphasized the word "you." He wanted to know if she'd been personally harmed or sought out. If she had been..Desmond wouldn't be a happy camper. [/i]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 12/20/2016 1:39:20 AM[i]"I told you it's not your burden to bare."[/i] [b]She repeats, much more firm this time, as if a nerve had been struck. Anger was unusual for her. Desmond hadn't ever seen her more than concerned or upset. But anger? It was like Chloe's antithesis.[/b] [b]But the way her neck muscles tensed, her fingers curling up into small fists... This was anger.[/b]
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[i] Desmond sighs and runs his hands over his face. She was beyond frustrating. Not because she was trying to be, but because she was the exact opposite of him and he had no idea how to talk to her. He reached down to his side and grabbed the bottle of scotch, rearing back and hurling off the rooftop. A second later, the shatter of glass could be heard, only slightly satisfying Desmond's temper. [/i] [quote]That relieving at all?[/quote] [i][b]A bit.[/b][/i]
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[b]She watched the bottle as it went with a crash, wincing at the sound of glass scattering upon impact.[/b] [b]She wasn't sure what to do now, after all... Her entirety had been pulled out from under her. Stay here? Rebuild what she had? Or do something else entirely...[/b] [i]"One day I'll find the courage to leave nothing unsaid..."[/i] [b]She mumbled, moreso repeating a phrase long since taught in the past.[/b] [i]"Is this all you do...? Sit?"[/i] [b]She asked, realizing how much Desmond tended to... Well, do nothing. She had never been one for idle meditation unless she could multitask.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 12/20/2016 2:05:13 AM"I don't have much to do. You leaving and me almost dying, I've grown fond of the quiet." [i] What he didn't tell her was what he was using that quiet time for. He would get his vengeance on the men who'd tried to kill him and Lucien, the men who'd forced him to turn his body into a host for the Black Ram, and he'd rip the Red Ka'kari from that Ka'Karifers corpse. He also didn't mention the fact that most of his time there had been spent shadowing Chloe for her safety. Without that to occupy him, well..he didn't have anything to do. [/i]
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[i]"I see. I hope I didn't disturb it too much."[/i] [b]Chloe rubbed her left shoulder, her joints still tense. She wanted to lay down, but she didn't even trust the ground beneath her. She wasn't even sure if she could trust Desmond. When she thought about it, she didn't know much about him... And he didn't know much about her. And the more she thought, the more angry and confused she became. What was her motivation? What was his?[/b] [b]Eventually, she picked herself up on wobbly legs, taking in a deep breath as she searched her arms and legs for any trace of her lost energy. She had never been so weak to loose something so important... But this felt different too. It was if her power had been sucked away, devoured even.[/b] [i]"I don't know what to do..."[/i] [b]She admitted, the helplessness apparent in her voice.[/b]
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"I haven't known what to do for the past five years, Chloephina." [i] He says quietly, standing up next to her, shoulders almost brushing. He wasn't that much taller than her, he was built like a wetboy. Short and lithe. Only about 5'8", his presence was more than imposing for people who took his build for a joke. [/i] "The first moment of purpose I've seen, was when I met you." "Even if you don't know what to do, I'm here to help you with that. I make for lousy company but I like to think I'm a decent friend..at times." [i] Was this..compassion from Desmond? Such odd words to hear from him. It wasn't pity, no, his words were genuine. [/i]
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[i]"You need a new purpose."[/i] [b]She responded harshly, the tables slowly turning. Right now, she didn't want protection. She didn't want to be watched. If anything, she just wanted a companion.[/b] [i]"Things change, Desmond. People change. Find something more productive. I just want a friend... It's all I ever really wanted... Not a guard..."[/i] [b]She presses her hands to her face, applying pressure as to block out the bad memories. Everything had fallen apart... Desmond was the only constant, but Chloe wasn't even sure if that was a positive.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 12/20/2016 3:23:09 AM"No one said you needed a guard." [i] He said, digging the heels of his palms into the area right above his eyes like he had a headache he was trying to get rid of. Chloe frustrated the living hell out of him sometimes.[/i] If you want productivity, I'll gladly go hunt down the men that tried to kill me and skin them alive for what they did. Productive enough?" [i]He paused.[/i] "I want to be your friend Chloephina." [i] He said quietly, resting his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands. He really wished he hadn't thrown that scotch. [/i]
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[i]"Then that's good enough... Not much else left."[/i] [b]She peeled her hands away, looking out over the Dojo-scape. Was it real? This life she was living?[/b] [i]"So what now? I can't stay here... I need to find something to do. Make myself useful."[/i] [b]She wasn't in a condition to be useful, but she'd be damned if she didn't try.[/b]
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"Well before you go off trying to find your life's calling, How about we see to whatever wounds you have right now, first? You're wincing each time you move." [i] He said dryly. She couldn't tell, but he was extremely displeased with the fact. [/i]
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[i]"What do you propose...?"[/i] [b]She asked, not hiding the fact that she was in fact in heavy pain.[/b] [i]"You don't seem like a doctor."[/i] [b]She grimaced and pressed her side which caused her to wince, the wound still there. She was surprised though, the bleeding had stopped and it wasn't soaking through.[/b]
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"I'm not." [quote]But I am.[/quote] [i] The Ka'kari said, it's lazy and drawling voice audible to the both of them. [/i] [quote]Well, not entirely a doctor, but you get the idea. Where are the wounds, Chloe?[/quote] [i] Odd how Desmond called her Chloephina and the Ka'kari called her Chloe.[/i] [i]But wasn't the Ka'kari bonded to Desmond? How would this even work? [/i]
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[b]Slowly, she peeled up the vest, revealing a large gash from a serrated weapon right above her stomach. It stretched across part of her back where the bottom of a black tattoo showed ever so slightly. Hard to make out what it was...[/b] [b]The second wound was just above her right hip, a burn mark. Those were the most significant... But smaller cuts, bruises, and wounds littered her body. But it proved something. She was strong willed. Not many could handle such pain. Lots would buckle under the aches and searing feeling.[/b] [b]She felt exposed, having to move her vest and pants ever so slightly. But she figured it was all to relieve her ailments.[/b]
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[i] Desmond gritted his teeth at the sight of her wounds, but didn't say anything. There was nothing he could do except heal them for her. [/i] "Congratulations, Chloephina. You get to feel what it's like to wield a Ka'kari." [i] Desmond says, holding out his palm. The familiar oily black substance begins to seep through his fingers and palm, eventually forming into the well known, runic covered orb Chloe and grown accustomed to seeing from time to time: the Black [url=https://imgur.com/a/DYoW9]Ka'kari[/url].[/i] "The Ka'kari, all six of them are able to be wielded by those who can acquire them, but only some can make the full use of their abilities by forming a symbiotic bond with them: these people are called Ka'karifers and they are few and far between." [i] So there were six of these magical artifacts? Interesting to know.[/i] [quote]One of my capabilities is healing at an accelerated rate, which is what's going to heal those nasty wounds.[/quote] [i]Desmond held out his palm, the orb pulsing with magical energy like a bomb. Chloe could practically feel the archaic magical power this Ka'kari possessed. [/i]
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[b]She shivered at the strange thought of being healed by something other than her own powers. Oh well, better than nothing.[/b] [i]"I hope this doesn't hurt..."[/i] [b]She mumbled, guessing that it didn't matter either way... Khazz's marks hurt... And she doubted the Ka'Kari could do much worse at this point.[/b]
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[quote]It won't. Probably.[/quote] [i] The Ka'kari said audibly, chuckling in that same echoing voice as Desmond rolled his eyes and placed the Ka'kari into her hands. The Ka'kari was cold and metallic feeling, with grooves etched into it all over. Immediately, the runic orb began to melt and stretch its way over her skin, crawling over her body. It wasn't painful like it had joked, but it certainly felt strange. Warm with magical energy, and very smooth feeling along with having the consistency of molten plastic, almost. It seemed to attach to her skin in a way like it was a second skin, swarming over her flesh until every thing from her neck down was covered in the sleek, oily black substance. The sensation that came with it though, was the most interesting. Or abysmal, rather. It felt like Chloe was staring into an endless void, thoughts lost into a dark abyss where no light every reached and nothing crawled out of it. That was the sensation that came over her, one of emptiness and quite frankly, a bottomless pit. Was this what Desmond felt all the time..? [/i]
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[b]Chloe grimaced at the empty feeling, her stomach even rumbling at the sensation. She felt sick. She couldn't stand this kind of feeling. It wasn't harming her... And yet, it was...[/b] [b]She took a deep breathe and let the Ka'Kari swarm over here, her eyes closing as she tried to focus on something else.[/b]
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[quote]Breathe, Chloe. I'm known as the Devourer for a reason. [/quote] [i] The Ka'kari spoke, but this time it was in her head. That same lazy time invading close to her thoughts, far deeper in her mind now that it was seemingly a part of her for the next few minutes. But even as she tried to overcome that empty feeling, she could feel a bitter cold where her wounds were, the feeling of her flesh knitting itself back together and the burns, bruises, and cuts going away ever so slowly breaking through the dark feeling into her mind.[/i]
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[b]A sigh of relief passed over her as the pain subsided. The awful empty feeling was nothing compared to the previous anguish... It even seemed to go away as the wounds closed. Well, no... It was ever present... But relief was a powerful feeling.[/b] [b]Taking slow and steady breaths, Chloe did her best to remain calm and maintain a level head. So much had happened she wasn't sure if she would recover... It all felt unreal, like a dream...[/b] [i]"I'm okay... I'm okay..."[/i] [b]She whispered to herself, as if to confirm that she was really okay.[/b]
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[i] And just like that, the feeling was gone. Both pain and emptiness alike, lifted from her like they'd never been there. When she looked down, she noticed the Ka'kari was off of her skin and in Desmond's palm, as archaic and enigmatic as ever.[/i] [quote]She dealt with that rather well. You'd make a good Ka'karifer, Chloe.[/quote] "No. She wouldn't." [i] Desmond growled and sucked the Orn back into his flesh, melding it with his being. He didn't wish these consequences on anyone. [/i]
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[i]"I don't need a magic artifact in my life. Just one more thing to fuss over."[/i] [b]She mused unhappily. With a slow blink and bite of the tongue she felt the familiar aura slither up her arms and legs... And that's when the horrifying truth hit her. The green lines began to appear across her body, testing it like a clean up crew... They found no wounds, but Chloe's dilated eyes showed her internal panic. They hadn't left... No... They had been keeping her alive. Her wound had been fatal...[/b] [b]She didn't say of course, no... No way in hell would she make even a noise on the subject. But she realized how close to death she had come... And her inability to heal herself. Her powers worked well, but mostly on others. She didn't realize she couldn't save herself...[/b] [i]"Thank you."[/i] [b]The words spilled out unenthused and raw, her horrible realization draining the color from her skin... More so than before.[/b]
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"How about we go get you some food..?" [i] Desmond asks, apparently not taking notice to her reaction. [/i] "You look like you could definitely use it."
