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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/13/2017 5:01:13 AM
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Bedlam, a devilishly handsome young man wearing clothes like he was going to a party in the 1920's, appeared a couple feet away from Cannon, playing with a yo-yo. He had a smirk and talked in a tone like everything is a joke.
"Whatcha doin' with that body, Can?"
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Cannon ignored him and rolled the man on his side. Suddenly, the seemingly dead body began to cough violently, spitting up blood.
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"Can? Cancan? Why you ignoring me, bro? Come on, we had such fun times! Me watching as you and Pan made out? Don't you remember that?....I guess you wouldn't." He laughed.
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The Mando kicked the clone, pinning him down with his boot. He cocked his head at Bedlam, then slashed his hand across his throat to signify he couldn't speak. [i]You're Bedlam?[/i] He signed.
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"Yeah, who else would I be?" Bedlam laughed some more and shook his head before burning the yo-yo to ashes in his hand and stepping closer. "I'm kidding. You haven't truly met me, have you?"
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Cannon shook his head, pressing weight onto the clone. The wounded man yelped in pain as the armored boot ground into his ribs.
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"So, why are you killing this guy? Isn't that like, not something you'd usually do? Y'know, killing a defenseless man? I thought you were a good guy." He got closer.
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He shrugged, staring at Bedlam through his visor. The clone groaned in pain, blood pooling around him.
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"Here, I can heal him. If you mean to interrogate him he should be alive enough to speak." Bedlam crouched down.
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Cannon motioned for him to stop and shook his head. The clone looked pleadingly at Bedlam. "P-please help me..."
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"He needs help, Can." He placed a hand on the injured man.
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Cannon shook his head again, trying to push Bedlam away. The wounded clone was clearly dying.
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Some strange red mist emitted from Bedlam's hand and surrounded the man's injuries, slowly and painfully healing him. Bedlam stood up with a cocky smirk. "Good job, eh?"
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Cannon clenched his fists, obviosly distressed. The clone slowly healed, begining to move more.
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Bedlam then created a metal bo staff out of no where and smashed the guy's leg, shattering it. "And now he won't move."
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The clone screamed and Cannon moved to try and help him, letting out what sounded like a gurgle from within his throat.
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Bedlam backed off, laughing. "I could fix your throat if ya want, y'know?"
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He shook his head, lifting the wounded clone and attempting to walk away, limping heavily. He didn't trust Bedlam worth crap, especially seeing his attitude.
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Bedlam followed. "What? Is it something I said? I helped, didn't I? Come on, loosen up!"
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He made a particularly rude gesture with his hand at Bedlam, growling as he walked. He dragged tge crippled clone behind him, who was now cursing at Bedlam.
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"What? You were gonna kill him moments ago, but now it's a crime to break his leg? Make up your damn mind!"
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Cannon gave an exasperated sigh and pulled his helmet up enough to cough and spit up a thick glob of phlem and blood. "I... Wasn't going... To kill him... Idiot..." He doubled over coughing, blood splattering onto the ground.
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"Then why were ya stomping on him and try to stop me from healing him? You're not very bright, are you?"
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"Was holding..." More coughing and blood. "Him down so... He wouldn't hurt... Himself..." The Mando wiped blood off his face. "No reason... To trust you."
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"Pfft! I was in Pan's head for decades! You think I'm not trustworthy? That girl b*tch slapped me with kindness. I'm like, totally trustworthy, dude. Ya gotta understand I was in Pan's head that whole time you two were flirtin' n'sh*t. You're like a bro to me, bro." Bedlam snickered and kept up a charming smile.
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His whole joking demeaner annoyed the Mando, but he sighed in defeat. "Fine." He moved to pull the helmet back on and in the process lifted his chin enough to reveal a large, bloody gash across his throat.
