originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Scars Remain...[/b]
[i]Somewhere in the dojo, thirty minutes after Kari was....killed.[/i]
Mari was hiding behind some crates and a wall, terrified, wrapped in a blanket. She hadn't cried out of fear someone would find her and kill her. That's all anyone ever did to her kind..her family..Regardless where she would go, someone would always seek to kill her and make her a hunting trophy. She had learned this the hard way when she watched her mom get shot right in front of her, her father soon to follow. Kari had taken care of their family since then, up until her little brother and sister were killed in the invasion, along with her grandmother. Kari and Mari had come to the Dojo seeking shelter, and instead Kari was dead, at the hands of some foul being. So she sat there, hiding, shaking, cold, afraid.
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It took some time, but she eventually managed to write down, "hiding from murderer" in very sloppy english.
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(The figure looked as if he was frowning) "What did the murderer look like?"
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She looked up at him, frowning as she teared up a little. She didn't quite focus on the appearance of the killer when he decapitated her brother.
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"Did you hear the murderer say anything?"
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She shook her head no, having been hidden elsewhere as Kari fought him.
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"Who was murdered?" [spoiler]my character knows many things, but not to ask that is not one of them.[/spoiler]
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She shakes a little more, the events flashing in her mind as she thought about it. She grasped her head, crying immediately. He could tell whoever was killed was close to her.
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"Were you with anyone at the time?"
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She cries harder, not able to write anything as her hands were shaking violently.
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"Can you talk in any language?"
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She shakes her head no.
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"Is there anyone you are able to communicate with?"
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She shook her head no again. The only ones who could communicate with her was her family, and they, as of recently, were all dead.
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(He looks at her hands, checking if thy were still shaking)
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They were indeed still shaking. She clutched them to her legs, trying to steady herself.
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(The figure looked at her hands. He seemed to have an idea) "Try writing without controlling your shaking?"
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She tried this, and all she did was make a big scribble.
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(As she wrote, his eyes were fixed on her hands, noting what shakes took place. Armed with that knowlage, he read the note, easily mentally cancelling out the shake)
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She had wrote her name, Mari. She pointed at the scribble, then at herself, still shaking.
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"Ah. I understand. Now, who was murdered?"
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She tried her best to restrain her tears as she wrote down two more scribbles. They would read, "brother, Kari".
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She hugs her legs to her chest, her shaking beginning to slow as she dozed off. Her head would droop and jerk back up as she forced herself awake.
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"I don't think here is the optimal place to be, in this situation. I would advise you to come with me."
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She backed away from him further, immediately afraid again.