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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 3:05:32 AM
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"Honestly? No damn clue," [i]Vance admittedly with a sigh. He slowly lifted his right hand to grip the handle of his greatsword, sliding it up to rest the blade on his shoulder.[/i]
"All I know is that they follow me everywhere. It's fuсking annoying." [i]As he examined Dojoville's situation, he turned to nod at Cylus.[/i] "I'll follow you whenever you're ready."
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Cylus grabs two spheres from a strap over his shoulder. "Let's move." he says, moving into a crouching position. Hiding behind a trash can, he twists one of the spheres, and then the other. "You might want to cover your ears." he says to Vance. He stands up and hurls the two spheres at the near st contractees' heads. On contact, they burst and began emitting a ear piercing screech. The high frequencies disoriented the beasts long enough for Cylus to attack.
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[i]Three Contractees in the group of four Cylus attacked fell to the ground, their ears covered; however, one remained standing, looking at his fallen comrades with surprise; he was clearly deaf, whether from genetic mutation or from past experienced. Vance had his ears covered, meaning he couldn't wield his sword or attack at all; but the remaining Contractee looked like he was sure able to as he clapped his hands; they emitted a terrible sound, capable of literally crushing eardrums.[/i]
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/25/2017 4:10:19 AMCylus' helmet protected him from the noise, but he couldn't say the same for Vance. He cursed at himself for forgetting and tossed Vance a pair if earpieces. "Looks like this one wants to go first!" he shouts. He charges the contractee with a knee to the abdomen and a fist to the face, igniting his hands once more with the blue flames.
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[i]The Contractee's face was annihilated by the flames; upon closer inspection, it was clear he was a rather young, frail boy, around sixteen. Suddenly, there was a earsplitting shriek; Cylus might not have been able to hear it, but it came from a female Contractee in the group, who still had her ears covered.[/i] "JOHNNY!" [i]She screamed, tears welling up in her eyes; the voice and tears of a mother who had just lost her son. Meanwhile, Vance put on the earpieces, trying to ignore the female as he pulled out his handgun; he couldn't. He never could. He'd never be able to.[/i]
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[quote]*Apparently these ones are capable of speech. The female seems to know the one you just punched* Q says[/quote] "Really?" Cylus says, looking down at the boy beneath him. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." he cursed. He instantly ignited his hands again, this time they were a lighter indigo color. Running his hands over the boy's face, it slowly began to heal. Turning on his comms, he talks to Vance through the earpiece. "Damnit Vance! I don't kill damn kids!" he curses. He deactivates the pulse emitters and puts his hands up, backing away from the child, keeping his eyes on the screaming woman. He was lucky to have been able to heal the boy that fast, any longer and it could have been irreversible.
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"M-my baby...." [i]The woman crawled on her knees to the boy, tears rolling down her cheeks. She fell to the ground by his side, and their physiques became clearer; so much frailer compared to other Contractees. Mutilated, experimented on, like lab rats; yet the love in the woman's eyes stated she was more than an experiment. But her breathing was slowing, and so was the boy's; they were both extraordinarily weak. Before long, both were peacefully dead; the mystery of how would remain just that. A mystery. But inferences could be made; it was what they were that did that to them. There were two remaining Contractees; a male and a female. They appeared to have no affiliation with each other, but now, Cylus could make no assumptions regarding that. They appeared to be around the same age, and not related by blood. When Cylus yelled into Vance's earpiece, he simply did not reply. His expression was solemn; it was clear he had gone through this situation... far too many times. And he hated it every time.[/i]
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"What's happening to them?!" Cylus asked? "Why are they like this!?"
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"The mother and son?" [i]Vance looked at the two deceased, sadness filling his green eyes.[/i] "... the contracts don't work out the best for everybody, and neither do the experiments the scientists perform on Contractees. It's mainly genetic. The experiments greatly weaken them... and they end up being unable to survive for very long."
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"More power than they can handle." Cylus comments. "They're physically unstable." he lets out a sigh, looking down at the bodies. "How do you do it?" he asks
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[i]Vance was silent for a moment.[/i] "It depends on a lot of things," [i]He replied with a sigh.[/i] "What happened to you to cause the Contract, your physical and magical capabilities beforehand, and your genetic resistance to many things–in short, I got lucky. That's all."
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Edited by BondyMilk: 6/2/2017 9:53:01 PMCylus looks towards the other Contractees, all wandering aimlessly through the courtyard. He simply lets out a breath "Damn."
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Cylus looks towards the other Contractee's, all wandering aimlessly through the courtyard. He simply lets out a breath "Damn."
