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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/1/2017 8:39:12 PM
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[spoiler]jesus[/spoiler]
"What......what is this?"
Came a voice, a newcomer from the direction of the Dojo. He seemed old, like Dim, but maybe much more so. His gait was odd, every other step sounded a loud RAP instead of the normal pat of shoes on ground, and it was not even, like he was stepping over the bodies and blood.
"What happened?"
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[i]Upon seeing the man enter the tavern, Dim scrambled to his feet and held his arms out in a pleading manner. He dropped his bow.[/i] "S-sir!! You m-m-must understand!! I-I it-its not finished! The-the song! THE SONG IS NOT FINISHED!" Dim rolled up his sleeves. "If I must complete my musical lamentations in my own blood-" [i]He looked terrified, unsure of what he might do." "THEN SO IT SHALL BE, I SAY!"[/i] [i]Dim began to gouge at his wrist, slashing and stripping the flesh from it like a starving animal. He screamed in agony but did not stop the self mutilation. Then, he began to scrawl musical notes on the walls in his own blood. He was screaming.[/i] [i]"IT MUST BE FINISHED!! MY WORKS MUST BE FINISHED!!"[/i]
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He unfolded the long staff upon his back, then the man proceeded to swing it at the back of Dim's head. "Calm down!"
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[i]Dim yelled and crumpled upon the staffs swift and deadly blow. He was still weeping, but it was much more quiet now. His wrist still poured out blood.[/i] "I...must...finish it..." [i]Dim continued to cry.[/i]
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He gave him another sound whack with the staff, before turning the man over to bind his wrist. This was.......unsettling to say the least, yet it seemed something the old man was familiar with
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[i]The second whack did it. Dim was in a daze and unable to physically protest to the bondage of his wounds. He could only speak in weak mutters.[/i] "My son... he... he must play my song... I will give my life for... for the song..."
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"Calm down. What or Who are you?" He said, getting the man to his feet
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[i]Dim began to weep once more.[/i] "Nonononononoooo... it's too late.... I don't matter! Oh none of this matters without my work!"
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He gave the man a shake "Answer me! Who are you?"
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"My name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it my name is Dim Attenborough I hail from London England I have come here tonight to show you one of my musical pieces I have been working on I do hope you enjoy it." [i]He repeated these lines over and over again, never faltering. It's like he was in a trance of sorts.[/i]
