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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/25/2017 4:04:17 AM
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"Damn. I'm at a loss for words." Cylus says. He lowers his head.
"I reckon I might relate. Since I've died, I haven't been able to scar... I haven't been able to do much of anything except fight and remember those that I've damned. The faces are burned into your memory." he sighs. "Like I said before, it's hard not to lose yourself in it." he says, drifting off in thought.
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"No. It's not hard to face the dead. What's hard is telling yourself you're doing it for good reason." Marker said, sighing his head as he leaned back into the chair, looking upwards
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"You're right." he says with a sigh. "The preservation of life, so often the justification for taking it."
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"The world... The world so screwed. Full of kings and queens that Blind your eyes and steal your dreams..."
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"Who said that one?" he asks
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"Black Sabbath. They were a band back on earth in my timeline."
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"Ah, we had that too. I wasn't too big on 'em, but they sure were big." Cylus says. "Some things are just universal I guess."
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"You mean, multiversal." Marker chuckled lightly, reaching to take the picture back from Cylus
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Cylus hands it over and leans back with Marker. "Correct again." he says with a breath. "We can get that gear you mentioned later. Now, let's just relax." He opens his jacket and pulls a triangular candy bar from a concealed pocket. "You have Toblerone on your earth?" he asks as he opens it and takes a piece
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"Yeah... Yeah we did." The snow gently started falling onto the ground around them... [spoiler]The End! You're free to do as you please for the next week or two until the plot kicks off [/spoiler]
