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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/7/2017 7:22:16 PM
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She continued crying, out of fear mostly as the explosions and gunfire only reminded her of her dead family. It had only been a few months since their untimely passing, but she was still traumatized by it. The recent attack only brought memories back, besieging her mind (metaphorically).
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*He holds her head to his chest, stroking her back a little while making a small shushing sound with his mouth. It was a calming sound that sounds like the tide coming in and out on the beach*
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Her crying quiets down eventually, but she still shook ocasionally, squeezing Mortar tight. She was six though, so it isnt like it hurt.
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*He continues the shushing noise, then starts humming a calming, quiet tune. The song seems unknown, probably something from where he grew up as a human child, since he didn't have much in the Underworld*
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She calms down, focusing on the tune. She closes her eyes again, sniffling a little as she tightens her hug again. "Th-thank y-you..." she managed to say.
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You're welcome. *He smiles a little when she closes her eyes* We're family, I'd do this anytime
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She smiles a little as well, making a quaint murring sound.
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*The sound seems interesting to him, as he has never heard her do that*
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She continues murring, her ears flopping sideways lazily.
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*Mortar smiles, scratching behind her ear* So, what is going on up there?
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She looks confused, looking up at him. "Where?" she says.
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*He points upwards, with all of the fighting above*
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She frowns a little. "Don't know...one morning quiet and nice...next morning loud booms...Got scraed, came here.."
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Oh, okay. I'll send some people to help stop this in a little bit. In the meantime, do you have anything to defend yourself?
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She took Lefty, the pink P99 Quincy gave her, out f her pocket, showing it to him. Word around town says she actually shot Ian with that gun when he attacked her in the woods.
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*Mortar looks at the gun and nods slightly* That'll do nicely Mari. So long as it works it'll do nicely
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She shrugged. "Gun works.." she said as she put it back in her pocket. The safety was on.
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Right. *Mortar holds her close to him to keep her safe. He IS her uncle, so he wants to stay close to her*
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She sniffles again, closing her eyes as she sighed tiredy.
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*After a moment the fighting seems to stop, and Mortar loosens his grip on her slightly*
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She's leaned against him, more or less poised so she doesn't slip or fall. She notices the cease of gunfire and opens her eyes. "Is it...over?" she asks quietly.
