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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2017 12:50:44 AM
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"I suppose it's something like that," Roy replied, looking a the blade
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"Well. Don't see why I shouldn't give it a go!" Falk said, walking to the sword. He rested his cane against the tree and grabbed on to the hilt. Anne stood back as her father grasped the blade with his firm and callused hand, grabbing the front of the handle with his right hand so that the top of his hand faced the gate. Then, he pulled.
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"I don't think it'll-" [b]Royal stopped as the sword wobbled slightly[/b]
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Falk didn't notice yet, and Anne's hand fell from her chin as she saw the movement. The former king continued to pull up on the handle....
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[b]The sword slid out of the stone, showing it's blade[/b]
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Falk raised the blade up, surprised, but he let it rise into the sky as he held onto its handle. Anne looked up at the blade, her eyebrow raised. In fact her raised eyebrow matched Falks. "...whoa." She said. [spoiler]description for blade plz[/spoiler]
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http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwidm-SiitfRAhWGZiYKHUAqBk0QjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.papercraftsquare.com%2Ffatestay-night-sabers-excalibur-sword-free-papercraft-download.html&psig=AFQjCNFhw4cO4p8mDqv3xQFOAIwjaAVpeg&ust=1485220110108104 [spoiler]Couldn't find better image, sorry[/spoiler] "The sword deemed you worthy? Why?"
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[spoiler]NICE[/spoiler] "You tell me..." Falk said, bringing down the blade. He twirled it in his hand, to check the balance.
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[b]The blade fit finely in Falk's hand, the balance was perfect. Everything about it, perfect. Almost as if the sword had been forged for Falk. A pure holy light radiated off the blade, cleansing Falk in a sense. Feelings of chivalry. Courage, Nobility, Kindness.[/b] "You must be truly kind hearted."
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Falk looked at the blade, and held it close. He could see his face on the reflection of the steel. ...Then he looked down, and tossed the blade to the ground. He picked up his cane and walked away, clearly bothered by Royals last comment to him. "What? Dad!" Anne yelled, though the man didn't stop, and he kept walking....
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"Falk? FALK! WHat are you doing??" [b]Royal knelt down, picking the blade up by its hilt and went after Falk[/b]
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"Wait royal!" Anne yelled after him. >Chase after Falk >See what Anne wants
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[spoiler]A choice? In mah post? Y u do dis.[/spoiler] [b]Royal skid to a halt, pivoting around to Anne[/b] "WHAT?!"
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[spoiler]hue hue hue[/spoiler] "He's...well I don't think he believed you! Not after everything he did with the twilight... I've already tried talking to him about it but he wasn't having any of it! Ugh! Anyways! Go! Quickly!"
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[b]Royal pivoted around again, chasing after Falk much quicker now. How far could he have gotten with a cane?[/b]
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The man was already halfway down he stairs into the village, he was going mighty quick. By the time Royal was making his way down the stairs, Falk was already on the street.
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[b]To save time, Royal stepped into the shadows, reforming at the bottom of the steps and looking for Falk[/b]
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Falk was closer, but he was still making his way off the street and onto a branching path, which lead into an overgrowth of the dojo woods.
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[b]Royal picked up speed, using the shadows to further cut-down time [/b]
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Falk turned to Roy as soon as he appeared again from the shadows. He put both his hands on his cane as he kept his cool towards the man. "What?" Falk asked.
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"You left your blade..." [b]Royal spun held Exaclibur out with both hands [/b]
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"Not mine. Clearly it made a mistake, or it's just a ridiculous Hoax." Falk stated blatantly before continuing his walk down the path.
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"A sword such as this makes no mistakes, Falk. It has deemed you worthy of it for one reason or another. Do you not want to know why?"
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"It's a sword! It doesn't have a brain!" He yelled as the two approached a clearing. There was a small bench on the side of it and Falk proceeded to sit down in it.
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[b]Royal remained standing, Pacing around [/b] "Surely you don't believe such a sword would only exit the stone on sheer luck?"
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"Well what else would it be?! Maybe I'm just really freaking jacked I don't know?!" Falk said, clearly flustered.
