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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Diase:
5/25/2017 4:00:59 AM
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"It's not a matter of [i]we[/i], miss," [i]Vance responded as he swung his greatsword up, jamming the tip into the ground.[/i] "It's if [i]I[/i] can survive it. I see no reason for you to risk your life for a stranger such as myself."
[i]With that, his cybernetic left hand blazed to life in green flames and black electricity; what he was saying was rather clear. That he appreciated Victoria's help, but he would prefer her to save her own skin... for he'd seen his ally's deaths too often. Part of his decision was pure suicidal madness, part of it was kindness, and part of it related the other jumbled emotions in Vance's head.
Vance turned to face Victoria. He had a feeling she wouldn't be the kind of person to run from the situation alone; if that were the case, and she still didn't wish to attempt to kill all of the Contractees–an impossible feat, truly–then Vance would do his best to bring her to safety before throwing himself into the mosh pit. It was clear that Victoria would have to be the sensible one here... but how could she talk to somebody driven by some sort of hatred for these Contractees?[/i]
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[i]As Victoria held onto the still teenager within her arms, a slight look of disturbance crossed her face, memories of ancient battles entering her mind. She sighed, looking back at Vance.[/i] "...This honestly has begun to remind me of the Daemon forces of Chaos and the Orks once they finish raiding and slaughtering...on a smaller scale, of course. ...Let me apologize, for my behavior earlier. I was suspicious of you, even hateful - the Sisters of Battle are educated and taught to destroy what we consider "heresy" - things that we consider impure, evil, or wrong. Is it right? ...That depends on your views."
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"You've got me confused there," [i]Vance commented in response to Victoria's first statement. To the second, he shrugged.[/i] "That's alright; I'm used to it, by now." [i]The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, not towards Victoria, of course, but towards a much larger group of people. In truth, he cared not about how one spoke towards him–because actions speak louder.[/i] "Anyways... that building seems to he open," [i]He pointed a rather small yet well-kept apartment building, strangely intact with a glowing vacancy sign on its front door.[/i]
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"...You think that they'll accept a beaten/down man with a great sword, an armed soldier and an unconscious child?" [i]Victoria joked calmly, smirking to herself.[/i] "Then again, they would perhaps be suited to seeing such an odd group. Shall we keep moving?" [i]Victoria soon yawned, stretching in place while still holding Ike in her arms. She was getting tired.[/i]
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[i]Vance smiled at Victoria, before looking back at the apartment.[/i] "Long as we've got money," [i]He said, before making his way into the apartment building. The room entered was, of course, the lobby; it looked very similar to a hotel lobby, with a front desk and many couches to rest in. It was strangely clean and orderly, considering the recent ordeal–but then again, response to danger was a requirement in a town so close to a complex housing so many warriors. Vance walked up to the front desk–and it was really more similar to getting a hotel room than getting an apartment room, although it took admittedly a much longer time with a lot more paper filling out. Finally, after an hour, everything was sorted out and Vance had two keys to a cheap apartment room with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. He walked back to Victoria, tired out but satisfied, holding one key out to the Sister of Battle.[/i]
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[i]The boy's invisibility spell was working like... well, a charm. Not a single sound was heard, not a single Contractee sighted. That was, until a sudden, extremely painful looking wound appeared on Vance's right arm; it looked like a stab wound, from a rather long weapon. He yelled out, looking around for the invisible attacker, but they were gone. A few moments later, the invisibility spell wore off. The attacker was the woman, who was about twenty yards away; the stab wound was a three foot long javelin, which was thrown at Vance. The woman held another javelin, readying it. Meanwhile, behind Victoria was the boy, holding a wooden club; he raised it, and aimed a slammed towards Victoria's head.[/i]
