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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/17/2017 9:09:05 PM
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[i]It began with rapid footsteps, then a crash as a being fell from an overhead being. Rushing past Cain was a feminine figure, her entire being bloodied and scarred: tattoos of demonic origin scattered her deeply tanned body, alongside brutal tears and wounds within her dirtied flesh, soaked with deep red blood. The girl was young, yet bore the same madness of a crazed lunatic that had escaped their prison at last: her deep brunette eyes stared at Cain for a moment-[/i]
[url=http://pre14.deviantart.net/7ad5/th/pre/i/2012/349/2/5/khorne_leather_symbol_by_adhras-d5o2u6w.jpg][i]-Bonded to her neck was an odd, foreign symbol, hung by a thin string and in a square shape. Engraved into it were lines that formulated the symbol itself, as if literally carved in, dried blood being sunk into the engravings themselves.[/i][/url]
[i]The Khornate took once look at Cain before raising a bloodied, jagged machete of a weapon, screaming[/i] "[b]Blood for the Blood[/b]-" [i]until-[/i]
[b][i]BANG![/i][/b]
[i]The fanatical young woman fell forwards to Cain's feet, blood spewing from the stump that remained of her leg as her screams interrupted the night. She attempted to thrash, before her body went still, blood still spewing from the wound - either she had bled out, or passed out from the pure pain.[/i]
"...Apologies for interrupting your stroll, sir." [i]The muffled voice of a younger woman spoke up, as a hulking being, yet humanoid and at a regular height still, descended from the shadows: within pure black ceramite armor, removed of all symbols and decor, was a female, her helm's two glowing lens looking upon the older man and the briefly twitching woman. A tattered, velvet red cape was attached to her shoulder and hung from the pauldron, filled with holes from battle and combat. Within her left hand was.. a massive gun, the barrel literally smoking, while she tightly held a gladius-like weapon within her right hand.[/i]
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[i]The man scratched his beard with his left hand, allowing the symbol on the sheath to be viewed clearly, then lightly tapped the woman with his fight boot. He nodded satisfactorily, then addressed the armored hulk.[/i] "[b]Well...that was interesting. Perhaps a bit dramatic, but, all's...well, I wouldn't say that's all's ended well, considering her.[/b]" [i]The hand stopped scratching to point down at the girl lying footless on the ground. His gaze lifted then, inspecting the stranger with wary appreciation, evaluating her as a threat to his peace.[/i] "[b]Now, why you killed her, I don't really care. What I'd rather know now is your continued intentions, and whether or not I have a place in them.[/b]"
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"If anything? She's in shock, not dead. Yet." [i]As the grisly being of a man touched the immobile body of the female, she briefly twitched, the remnants of bone escaping the wound as well as dark red liquid. The armored being kneeled next to the still body before receiving a brief pulse, nodding as she held out her left palm, after holstering her giant pistol: vibrant green flames left her palm, scorching the wound and cauterizing it so that the blood flow would stop.[/i] "My intentions here are.. completed, if anything." [i]The Sororitas responded, lifting up the heretical Khornate's body simplistically and allowing her to rest still against a destroyed bench.[/i] "If anything, I shouldn't pose a threat.. unless you are another Khornate? Forgive my inquisitive behavior. You do not seem like the lunatics whom would slaughter me on sight."
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"[b]Oh, I doubt anything here could slaughter you on sight. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though you do not need to be forgiven for your natural tendency to question. Part of humanity, I guess.[/b]" [i]The stranger approached her with a practiced ease. A relaxation that spoke of a caution beneath, a duality of character and purpose.[/i]
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"You would be surprised. And part of humanity? You're not another god, are you? I hope not, personally. You seem too experienced for the likes of the Dojo's deities." [i]From the tone which the Sororitas had decided to speak, it was clear that she had a certain distaste for those whom possessed limitless powers, or at least seemed godlike.[/i]
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[i]The man's face splits in a sudden bark of laughter, harsh in nature.[/i] "[b]Yes, yes, I am human. One could say, in fact, that I AM humanity. As for godhood, I am only addressed as such by a few deluded individuals.[/b]" [i]He still smiles as his hand absently rubs the pommel of his sword.[/i]
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"...If you are humanity - you must represent the impurity of the human mind. Sin. Personally, I am not a worshipper of the Bible and the Lord, so you must inform me if I am incorrect." [i]The woman didn't seem too bothered by her admittance to not choosing a religion, though each sophisticated word that was spoken, each movement made by her.. it certainly gave away the aspect of one whom may have once been "holy", or attached to religion in a sense.[/i]
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"[b]To some, I am sure that is true. To most, though, I am merely a fratricidal stain on their bloodline.[/b]" [i]He smirks, bitterly aware of his reputation among certain folks and religions, and also aware that this hint would perhaps prove to be the last required for one such as her to understand.[/i] "[b]Now, please explain to me, why does her religion dictate that I must die? And why does yours dictate that you must...apprehend her?[/b]"
