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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/26/2017 4:16:01 AM
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[i]He stood tall, the string no longer holding his leg. With the sound of clinking golden coins, the two knives dissolve into golden flecks, floating off into the air. His gaze turns on the boy again, he crosses his arms, one hand going up to support his hidden chin as he thinks.
The sheening noise comes en masses as seven golden discs open behind him, seven matching weapons of varying make and style sliding partially out of them. However, they do not fire, not immediately. First, the King speaks,[/i]
"[b]Mongrel. Why do you wish this upon yourself? Would your life not be easier without challenging me? Even as a mongrel, any life would be better to none. Why invite my wrath upon yourself?[/b]"
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"Nah b, I'm just curious. Like you can teleport swords in - that's pretty lit, you feel? I'm trying to science this one out like I'm Bill Nye, because it would be sick to figure out how that shit works. Quantum displacement? Portals? The thing is with all of you high and mighty types," He gestures frantically as he talks, more air crackling around him as he speaks. "is that you have to get your attention."
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"[b]Hmmph.[/b]" [i]grunted the King. The weapons receded and the discs shrank into themselves until they disappeared in their entirety. The King's arms come up, crossing over his chest, his right arm lifting to stroke his chin.[/i] "[b]Well. You've certainly earned my attention, mongrel. You are a step above the rest, and for that, I will speak with you. I am not in any hurry, anyways, and I would know the same things about these strings you have.[/b]"
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"Huh? What strings?" the boy says with mock honesty. One of the people laughing at the boy from earlier suddenly trips, holding his leg as his knee hits the earth beneath him hard. Another one follows, falling onto him soon after. "Assholes," he mutters beneath his breath.
