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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/6/2017 1:34:57 PM
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[b]The Inside was a back room, with three seats on either side of the pod. In them sat three men, dead.
He heard groaning inside the cockpit[/b]
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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.
