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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/6/2017 4:42:12 AM
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[b][i][u]A(n) (Re)introduction[/u][/i][/b]
[b]An escape pod whizzed through the air, flames coating its upper hull as constant distress signal was transmitted.
Aboard the ship Was Dmitri, Russian Spetsnaz.
The pod crashed into side of mountain, and lurched to the side as it free fell downward and crashed into the valley bottom.
The signal fell dead, but a smoke plume rose up from the crash site[/b].
[spoiler]Open! Dmitri is mine now!!
Any and all interactions with Dmitri prior to this post is being deemed non Cannon![/spoiler]
English
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"I may he bad at healing but I can still see how bad it is. I basically only numbed you do you could get here in the first place."
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"Than wake him. I would Like to get moving as soon as possible."
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"Cover your ears." [i]After they do so, Derix yells for his uncle at the top of his lungs. A very audible thud as if someone fell off a peace of furniture is heard.[/i]
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"Do you believe he is awake?"
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"Has to be." [u]"Derix. You say you want yourself kept secret from your dad for now. Yet you barge in and yell at the top of your lungs."[/u] [i]A very pained Centrax walks in.[/i]
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"Reasoning is good. Need healing."
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[u]Okay okay hold on.[/u] [i]A golden light forms in his hand and floats off a bit, finding it's way to him. It floated around the wounds until sinking into the skin.[/i]
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[b]Dmitri visibly shivered, patting himself down[/b]
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[i]The light had covered over the wounds, fixing each one as they passed.[/i]
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"What..." [b]The ribs might be the hardest. Depending on Centrax[/b]
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[i]As it came to more major wounds, the process slowed. But still went on. The golden light leaves what it fixes.[/i]
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"You have my thanks, stranger."
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[u]"No issue with me."[/u] [i]Centrax shrugged as he went back to bed. Derix simply gave a smile.[/i]
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"I will now... How do they say? Leave your hair."
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[i]The two others shrug.[/i]
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"How do I leave this place?" [b]Dimitri looked around for an exit[/b]
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[i]Quiet pointed up, looking at the notably placed trap door. A ladder formed below it.[/i]
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"Ah." [b]He climbed up, leaving the house and returning to the dojo[/b]
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WOAH That picture's pretty good.
