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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/20/2016 2:32:31 AM
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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."
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[b]Chloe didn't feel hungry... But she knew she'd need food soon. Funny how life seemed to take away her appetite.[/b] [i]"What did you have in mind?"[/i] [b]She asked, eyeing Desmond warily. The once trusting eyes had long disbanded any hope they had in him. Their red pools were opposite to what they had once been... It was like being stared at by an entirely new person.[/b]
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"Whatever place is open this late. Do you have a preference?" [i] He asks, standing up and offering her his hand. A friendly gesture, especially from him. The look in her eyes unnerved him..he didn't like the fact they weren't full of glimmering light like they'd used to. That was the most appealing thing about her..the fact she was so lively. The fact that was no longer there angered him to no end. Leave it to this god forsaken world to snuff out any shining light that tried to burn bright.[/i]
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[i]"No. I don't understand your food rituals... Just whatever is quickest."[/i] [b]Chloe would have cared more if she actually felt hungry... Right now, she just felt angry and empty... But for once she had a brutal feeling crawling along her spine... A thirst for vengeance... But not now. Priorities.[/b] [i]"Lead the way, Desmond."[/i]
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[i]Desmond did his best to suppress a sigh that wanted to escape his lips. Chloe was just..she'd lost her home and he understood that, but he wished that she understood he had good intentions at heart, so she would tear down the brick wall she was building.[/i] "Let's just get some sandwiches and drinks, and then we're gonna have a talk about what we can do about this guy who stole your throne." [i] Desmond said, and the way he punctuated his tone left nothing up for debate. ~~~ A few minutes later, Desmond and Chloe sat on a bench amongst the streets in the Dojo, watching passerby stroll around in the late hours at night. Luckily Desmond had found a shop that was still open, and they silently ate their meals without talking to each other. It was rather hard, when Desmond felt like every attempt to talk would be shot down. Normally he was on that side of it. Not the receiving end.[/i]
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[b]Chloe ate her food as best she could, keeping down what was put in... But it didn't feel good.[/b] [b]But she was easily distracted... Watching anyone that passed by with a anxious gaze. Half the time she was focused on someone far too close for comfort, despite not actually being too close for comfort...[/b] [i]"I used to see these people as strong warriors... Now all I see are cut throats and monsters... How eye opening."[/i]
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[i] Desmond smirked, biting into the sandwich absentmindedly and without thought. Now she chose to see the damn light.[/i] "That's all they've ever been Chloephina. You've just refused to see the bad in people." [i] He didn't mention the fact that he was probably included among those people chucked into the "monster" category.[/i]
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[i]"Good thing then... Easier to decipher between what's killing me fast, and what's killing me slowly."[/i] [b]She quieted down, eventually giving up on watching everyone, and even giving up on her food. She had gotten most of the way through, but her stomach has for the most part adapted to very little food. Even a sandwich was a lot.[/b] [b]She leaned back in her chair and let out a drawn out breath, her eyes eventually resting on Desmond.[/b] [i]"I should have stayed... Pretended there was such things as happiness and joy... Should have stayed a child while I had the chance."[/i]
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"You're starting to sound like Durzo Blint." [i] That name. She'd only heard him speak it a handful of times, but it was enough to know that was the man who'd taken Desmond in and trained him, forged him into what he was today. [/i] "There are such things as joy and happiness..you just have to know where to look I suppose. Something I have no idea how to do." [i] He chuckles, an odd sound that almost sounded like it was out of practice and was never used enough. Probably because it wasn't.[/i] "I've never told you how I became what I am..have I, Chloephina?" [i] The question was a formality. He knew that he hadn't. [/i]
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[i]"I understand your rhetoric now, Desmond. Don't treat me like a child with such questions. The old times are dead."[/i] [b]Not just passed, not just gone... Dead. Her words were more brutal than she meant, but she still held a certain innocence. It was if she wasn't aware of how devastating her voice could be... But at this point, she wasn't sure if Desmond had any softer layers. As far as she was concerned, he was a bunker with no way in and could take much worse than she could deliver.[/b]
