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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2016 6:29:11 AM
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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]
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[i] He merely smirked and leaned back in his seat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. Yes, she didn't truly realize her demeanor and what she was coming off like, but nothing she could ever say could wound Desmond. He'd made sure of that long ago.[/i] "I was a Guild Rat. A little kid of only ten years old, a part of a group of street thugs that were just made up of more little kids, and bigger kids. I had two friends, Elise, and Dev. The three musketeers, in a way. We looked out for each other, had each other's backs. And always swore that we'd get out of the city, out of that shit hole we'd been condemned to." [i] There was no emotion in his voice, no reminiscence or even wistfulness, dry and plain speech as ever.[/i]
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[i]"Continue."[/i] [b]The response was quick and demanding. She figured Desmond was going somewhere with this, might as well have it go quickly.[/b] [b]She leaned her left arm on the chair rest, cupping her head as she stared with the same blank expression, her legs shuffling ever so slightly. With the lines back, she had a familiar essence about her, but she still felt off...[/b]
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"I was the fastest, smartest, quickest one among us. I was the advocate for getting out of the Guild, to make money and get us all out. And I was going to, until one of the bigger kids went to far with Elise one night." [i] Desmond growled. The first sign of true emotion Chloe had seen from him yet.[/i] "We were always his playthings, so much bigger and we couldn't do anything about it. So when he took a knife to her face and carved her up.." [i] His voice was steady with untold rage and anger. [/i] "I sought out the city's best wetboy. Durzo Blint. He told me to fúck off when I asked him to kill the one who'd hurt Elise and get her help. Until I offered to give myself up as a wetboy. I still don't know why he said yes. Maybe he saw something in me. But he did. He killed him, he got Elise a healers help that I never in a million years could've afforded, as long as I vowed to never see her again."
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[i]"I guess we must all be willing to loose everything to protect what we care about."[/i] [b]Chloe now understood. She wished she didn't... But she didn't have a choice now.[/b] [i]"And this... Durzo... He was the man you worked under?"[/i]
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"Worked, trained, and killed under." [i] Desmond says with a nod, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.[/i] "Eight years. Our relationship was always Master and student. It never evolved into a fairy tale ending where he was like a father to me, no. And when it came down to it, he was willing to kill me for the sake of someone he cared about." [i] What Chloe did know, was that Desmond had killed his master, a fight she had kept him alive from. [/i]
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[i]"So he kept people close, and you didn't?"[/i] [b]She questioned, finally giving Desmond a more sympathetic look. It was still harsh, but she could understand his pain if he had no contact with friends... Or even had any. She had none herself in her time back home, and it had torn her up... But now, now she wished she had remained.[/b]
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[i] He laughed, a sad and wry sound, one she never heard often.[/i] "No. He kept no one close, and he tried to kill me over a daughter he didn't even know he had. He held no remorse when he came after me, and even though I didn't want to, I killed him." [i] He presses his hand to the tattooed black and grey rose on his collarbone, the stab wound Chloe had healed when he'd almost died.[/i] "He rammed a sword through my collarbone that should have been poisoned..but it wasn't. His final way of telling me that he could've killed me..but didn't." [i] So in the end, perhaps his master had cared for him. Even if it was a little bit. [/i]
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[i]"What do you have left, Desmond?"[/i] [b]The question seemed strange. Not because of what it implied, but because of Chloe herself. She would have never asked something like this before.[/b] [b]And the more she looked at him, the more her eyes softened. She hated it. She didn't know why... But he felt... Different. She couldn't explain it, but she felt like they had plenty in common despite being from two very different worlds... But now, the gap had shortened, and she wasn't sure who was standing at the edge of the cliff. Very few could take the plunge, but she knew there was something there at the bottom.[/b]
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[i] Desmond looked at her, those deep brown eyes full of sorrow and sadness, like he'd just pulled back an opaque curtain she'd never been able to see through. He looked back towards the ground and smiled a sad smile, shaking his head.[/i] "Nothing. I never had anything to begin with...and no one. All my closest friends are dead because of me. I have nothing left." [quote]You have me. Jackass.[/quote] [i][b]It's not the same thing and you know it. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Well, you have me. Guess it's something."[/i] [b]Chloe shrugged, not going to push it. She had no one else... She figured it was either Desmond or loneliness... And although he was decent company, she had to admit, his personality wasn't her first choice. And the more she thought about, the more her lips quivered and slowly formed a smile. It was funny... Maybe in a sad way. But she had to admit, the current situation had a sick sense of humor to it.[/b] [i]"And your ring creature... And if that fails, the plants still don't mind."[/i]
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"That counts for a lot more than you think. And I hope you know the same goes for you too." [i]He says, and chuckles at her statement.[/i] "Yeah..the Ka'kari is as lonely as I am, but if the plants do mind..I probably wouldn't care anyway." [i] He says, leaning back on the bench and gazing at the stars above, clouds drifting through the blue-purple sky.[/i]
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[i]"I'll admit, Desmond. I've never understood you. I saved you, but you really didn't owe me anything. You tagged around despite being so different than I... Why? Why stay at all? Loyalty? I don't take you for the attached kind."[/i] [b]She raised an eyebrow looking at him as if she were discovering herself as well. At least, understanding herself. She wondered why she even let him follow in the first place. A relative stranger that for all she knew could have ended her life. She had been less wise back then... But... The point still stood. What was fate getting at here?[/b]
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[i] He turned to look at her..really, look at her this time, his eyes boring into her with an intensity that only Desmond could manage.[/i] "I use to think I owed you something. Back then, I didn't know you were the kind of person who would save someone's life and not think twice about it..people like that don't exist in Midycru. Everything you do for someone there, incurs a debt. And I was paying mine off." "Until I realized that you didn't need me anymore, didn't want me there, but I still stayed. I guess..I just really wanted a friend." [i] He said, and his voice broke. Something so uncharacteristic for Desmond. No tears shown, but his eyes were filled with anguish. What else had he been through to get eyes like those? [/i] "And I thank you for it. Despite how different I am from you, and how many times I'm sure you've wished I would just leave."
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[i]"That's where you were wrong, Desmond. I never wanted you to leave... I was afraid... I don't know what I feared. Maybe myself... Maybe because I knew deep down I would have to return and I didn't want to become attached... But I never wanted to hurt you. Maybe it went farther than that... But I'm not sure myself..."[/i] [b]She sighed, the lines along her arms fading to a deep blue. She even gave off a feeling of regret, like the air around her would bend to her emotions... Elune were such strange creatures... Fueled by feeling over thought.[/b] [i]"I don't know what I feel anymore."[/i]
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"Yeah..neither do I." [i] He says quietly, running his hands through his hair and sighing gently.[/i] "Though..maybe we can figure it out..together." [i] It was half statement, half question, but it was clear what he was trying to do. He still wanted her friendship, and hoped she felt the same. They were equal in terms of having nothing, besides each other. And he didn't wanna change that. [/i]
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[i]"I don't see why not... Not like I have anything else to loose."[/i] [b]Chloe gave a weak smile, the lines along her body returning to the green they usually were.[/b] [i]"What now, what do we start with?"[/i]
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"I don't know..most people are sleeping right now. But that doesn't go for you." [i] Desmond says with a smile. He didn't mention the fact he was still going after the people who'd tried to kill him. [/i] "What about the man who usurped your throne? Do you ever plan to get it back?" [i] What he didn't say, was he would help her if she did. He'd butcher crowds of traitorous bastards for her.[/i]
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[i]"Khazz...? I can't... He's become to powerful. I watched him for a week while he destroyed my home. He doesn't have many in his House... Maybe a few dozen... And yet they destroyed our warships and troops... There's nothing left to rule, nothing left to save."[/i] [b]Khazzavon Trendrike. The Emperor... He wasn't the boy Chloe once knew... He had changed into a cold blooded monster. A damn abomination. She wanted to bring him down... But he alone took the entirety to Elusia.[/b] [i]"Two isn't enough, Desmond. Khazz won."[/i]
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"And yet you don't want vengeance? You don't want to watch the light fade from his eyes, the man who took everything from you? You don't want to exact justice upon him?" [i] Desmond says, looking sideways at her. He knew revenge wasn't for everyone, but he saw it as just another form of Justice.[/i]
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[i]"Even if did, I don't think he can be killed... He's beyond us now... You can't understand unless you see him... He's... Strong."[/i] [b]Chloe couldn't describe what she had seen. A man able to destroy, utterly annihilate the entire inquisitor force, along with what little army the Elune had. They were a peaceful people. Maybe they had a maximum of a few hundred troops... But that had all gone up in flames.[/b] [i]"He's not like me... He's... Evolved."[/i]
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"Everything can die, Chloephina." [i] He says, and if Chloe had never heard him say something he was sure of, that statement was certainly one of them. [/i] "Everything has a weakness to be exploited, and when you do, that's when you put a bullet in it." [i] He recited, most likely Durzo's words.[/i]
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[i]"That's messing with a predator as prey. Sometimes you have to know when it's a lost cause."[/i] [b]Chloe shrugged, not trying to think about it. Even if Desmond wanted to help... He wasn't Elune... He couldn't access their world.[/b]
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"In the bitter business Chloephina..I'm never prey." [i] He said. [/i] "But if you don't want to do anything about it, than I'll respect your wishes."
