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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/23/2016 10:20:57 PM
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"No, not at all."
[i] He says, that same unnerving smirk crossing his lips. Durzo was anything but a kind soul.
Desmond's eyes flitted towards the glint of light in the distance. Like a sniper's scope..[/i]
[quote]You gonna tell her to duck?[/quote]
[i][b]Yes..[/b][/i]
[quote]Good. Durzo would let her die.[/quote]
[i]This interaction between Desmond and his Ka'kari occurred in fractions of a second, the conversation nothing but thoughts being passed back and forth.[/i]
"Duck."
[i] Desmond snarls to Ammourette, the forcefulness in the command making it seem like a very real threat was occurring.
Simultaneously, his palm turned..black, an oily, glossy substance crawling up his arm rapidly. What the hell..?[/i]
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-Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, only perceived by those with superhuman like reflexes. Ammourette's slitted cat like pupils widened and looked into Desmonds own eyes. She wasn't a sharpshooter by any means but her eyes were beyond keen, she could see it all through the reflection in his eyes. - Damn. -Was the only word to escape her lips and she quickly dropped to one knee ducking.-
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[i] Desmond lunged forward, placing a hand on Ammourette's shoulder and flipping over her, his lithe body and superhuman dexterity on display as he flipped up and over, landing on his feet behind her, his body shielding hers. What Ammourette couldn't see, nor could this sniper, was under his clothes his skin was covered in that oily substance, like someone had dumped melted plastic over him. The consistency was strange and the look even stranger.. Now he just awaited the shot that may or may not have come. [/i]
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-The sniper was no amateur, the moment Desmond reacted he adjusted for the shot. Just the top of Ammourette's head was all he needed, and he saw his target just below Desmonds Shoulder. He took a moment to make sure his shot was clean, the man wasn't his target after all, he held his breath and silently asked Desmond one question that he couldn't hear from all those miles of distance between them.- "You faster than this bullet?" -He pulled the trigger.-
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[i] Desmond heard the crack of the rifle, and in that instant, he threw his arms wide.. and the world exploded. A mass of glossy black, oily substance leapt from his body in an opaque sort of spiderweb; a wall of it erupting from his limbs and covering Ammourette. The ballet that had been fired below his arm struck the wall of black, and dissolved into dust..Desmond not so much as flinching. [/i] "Let's see how you like it when someone shoots back." [i] He growled, the wall of black material shrinking back into his form and crawling up his arms in tendrils, reaching his fingertips and stretching into space until the substance formed a..sniper rifle. Sleek and made of that oily, glossy material, Desmond dropped to his stomach, looked through the scope of his rifle, sighted the other sniper, and fired. The whole action didn't take more than three seconds. This man was the definition of a trained killer. [/i]
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"What the Fu-" -His thoughts were cut short as the bullet passed through his head, splattering the greenery behind him with a red mist. He slumped forward over his rifle, then fell down the hillside where he was posted, rolling into a bloody mangled heap at the bottom.- -Ammourette stood, quickly pulling a hood hidden underneath her long black hair over her head. She didn't turn to look at Desmond but rather the long road stretching away from the Dojo.- Thank you. -Her voice was a meek whisper compared to earlier.- I should go now...
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"What?" [i]Desmond exclaims, turning to her, the sniper rifle made of the black substance evaporating and seemingly..sucked into his flesh.[/i] "You're not the least bit wondering why someone just tried to shoot you?"
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I know why they're after me, that's why i need to go. I had hoped they wouldn't find me so fast... -She began to walk down the road leading away from the dojo.- It was a pleasure meeting you Desmond. Thank you, for saving me...
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"Don't you think you owe me one? How about you tell me why I just nearly took a bullet for you." [i] What she didn't know, was that he was never in any real danger. But she didn't need to know that. [/i]
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Forgive me, but I just can't. A name is just a name, but i need to keep who i "am" a well guarded secret. -She turned to look back at him.- There's no guarantee that even you wouldn't .... Kill or claim me, whatever term assassin's or bounty hunters use. I never forget my debts, i will repay your kindness, one day.
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[i] He scoffs.[/i] "I don't kill the innocent. And you don't have to worry about repaying anything. Spend the effort elsewhere." [i] He turns and begins to walk towards the forest edge, and Ammourette still didn't know what that black substance was..[/i]
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- Ammourette was curious, but wasn't going to inquire, some things were better kept secret especially powers. She remembers that Desmond mentioned a man named Lance, and for a second she glances towards the Dojo. In the end she kept walking forward, unaware that she was still being stalked from afar...-
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Edited by Will: 12/24/2016 11:20:01 PM[i]The gates of the Dojo opened up into an impressive courtyard, with a massive fountain that spewed cobalt colored water. A monument of sorts. Besides the lush green grass that covered the court, different hallways and arches branched off to different parts of the Dojo; including the area where Desmond had pointed her towards..[/i]
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-Ammourette stopped, glancing towards the open gates then back to the long lonely road ahead.- Damn it. -She cursed under her breath and ran back towards the Dojo.- That name, it's familiar... -She never knew when she might come across someone familiar again, and she was still being hunted so she decided to see if she could find this "Lance" before leaving.-
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[i] The courtyard was littered with a variety of people, ranging from teenagers to old men and women, carrying guns, swords, knives, dressed in a myriad of colors. That man Desmond hadn't described what this Lance would look like, but maybe someone here knew? If he claimed he was the world's greatest swordsman, surely someone would have heard of him.[/i]
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-Ammourette immediately regretted coming back. She was surrounded by strangers, and had no idea who out of the crowd could be after her life. She pulled the hood down further over her face and took a few hesitant steps backwards.- M-maybe I should just go...
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[i] No one looked twice at her, just carrying on with conversations, drinking coffee or polishing weapons. One teenage boy looked especially friendly, young with dimpled cheeks, not more than sixteen years old and rather cut. He was reading a book, in a t-shirt and jeans and kept having to push the glasses on his nose back up. Perhaps he'd know something, he seemed easy to approach. [/i]
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Whelp, I tried Yeah, yeah it was too crowded and everyone was mean looking that's what I'll say. -Ammourette reassured herself with a not so confident smile as she walked back out onto the road- Geez, what a wimp. -She finally hung her head in defeat as she walked- Well I suppose if you have to go looking for the guy, he must not be that great. Wouldn't a great swordsman be showing off or training or i dunno something?! -She shrugged and looked skywards lazily watching a few clouds go by.- Maybe.... Maybe it's time to disappear again.
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[i] And just like that.. the world froze. The air around her seemed to drop ten degrees, the atmosphere itself seemed to close in on her and suck the air from her lungs, the very world seemed to quiet in anticipation. The shadows on the walls lengthened and stretched like they were responding to their master's call.. The very essence of her existence became swamped with sorrow and grief, a myriad of emotions that leeched on her very soul..what was the source of this? This new aura wasn't malevolent or evil..but it was..sad. And suffocating. [/i]
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-Ammourette shivered at all these feelings as they crawled over her, giving goosebumps.- Who's there?! -She kept her face concealed as her keen eyes darted back and forth.- Show yourself! -She drew her short katana, the green liquid that coated its blade hissed and crackled upon hitting the dirt, a strong acid. Her free hand grabbed a white powdery substance from a hidden pouch hidden in her person.- -She awaited a response, her hands ready to strike like a patient cat hunting prey.-
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[i] Just like that, like her words had triggered something..a figure materialized down the road from the Dojo. From her distance it was impossible to make out specifics, but what she could see was a tall and shadowy man, wrapped in a dark cloak making his way to the Dojo. And from over his back were..there katana hilts. Something about the man was familiar, but as he drew closer, that suffocating and smothering essence of sadness and sorrow invaded her senses. Like this man was a harbinger of grief..[/i]
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Edited by TechnicalEmpress: 12/29/2016 4:34:34 PM-She saw shadows and the hilts of three Katanas and her blood froze.- J-jay? -She took a step back her eyes going wide. Her expression changes when she felt the sorrow and grief... it wasn't him, it couldn't be. That man clad in red only exhumed overwhelming Hatred.- But then.... who could it..... You! Who are you!?
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[i] So fast..to the point It could have been a trick of the light..he disappeared. Gone, flickering out of existence like a bad picture on a tv. In the next moment, the man stood in front of her, blinking into existence not four feet from her. His features and clothing were still unrecognizable because of the hood and the cloak, but a white and gold katana hilt, a pitch black one, and an olive green one with an oriental dragon head pommel peeked over his shoulder. No..this wasn't Jay. Not by a long shot.[/i] "You don't remember me..do you?" [i] The figure asks quietly, head still down and hood shadowing his face. His voice was cold and metallic, like razors on ice. Enough to send a shiver down Ami's spine..if it wasn't familiar in some way.. [/i]
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-The voice was different yet similar, the tone setting off another wave of pain through Ammourette's head. She gasped and put a hand to her head, staring back with crimson eyes.- I.... I... -She couldn't form a rational thought, it was as if something was screaming at her to recognize who stood before her but she was unable.- Have you come to kill me...? -She finally sputtered, her katana still gripped tightly in hand.-
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Edited by Will: 12/29/2016 9:48:46 PM"No..no I haven't." [i] The man reaches up and pulls the hood off of his head, revealing his face. [url=https://imgur.com/a/d2O6U]He[/url] was beyond handsome, his face all sharp angles and rugged features. He had medium length chocolate brown hair, with a lock of it falling over his face. His eyes though..they were an icy blue, frozen with grief and sorrow, yet blazed with rage. Those eyes had an untold amount of stories behind them.. A sad little smile crossed his lips, upturning the corners ever so slightly, but he said nothing more, merely glancing at her once, up and down before resting those frozen eyes on her crimson ones. [/i]
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-Ammourette tackled him, wrapping her arms around him in a big hug. Her face buried in his chest hiding tears, her tiny frame shaking, she was crying.- I remember you... Lance. -Memories of Terra played in her mind, how could she forget this man. The noble swordsman she met all that time ago.-
