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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/20/2017 4:59:30 AM
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[b][u]Where the fuсk is my arm?
Dojo clinic, 1 am
3 months after the Kalahan incident[/u][/b]
Vance awoke on one of the many beds within the Dojo clinic. His left arm was completely severed, not bandaged due to the fact that it was cauterized. He turned his head to examine what had occurred to him during his coma. Seeing the lost limb, he let out a groan.
He slowly sat up in the bed, brushing his long, uncombed jet black hair out of his forehead and green eyes. He examined his fair skin, searching for any other things of note; nothing much, really. He then looked around the clinic, searching for anybody who might know where the fuсk he was and what was going on.[spoiler]Open, shitty short post.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]a tall thin looking woman with pale skin wearing all black robes is walking past the door with a slight limp mumbling as a rather large spider follows her like a cat or dog would.[/i] "Ugh i really hate checks especially after that incident.."she mutters
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Edited by Crrowly: 7/23/2017 2:59:02 AMVance slowly pushed himself out of the bed, glancing at his severed arm before poking his head out of the room. [i]"Um... excuse me? Might I ask where I am?"[/i]
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"The hospital clearly sir"she says [i]she stops and looks at him. The spider following her stops and looks too.[/i]
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"It's friday not sure of the exact date.. though i dont really use calendars"she says [i]she shugs and sighs wishing that she was more helpful.[/i] [spoiler]im not sure what date to tell him[/spoiler]
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Edited by Crrowly: 7/23/2017 3:21:50 AM[i]"Okay... uh, if you don't mind my asking–what's the date?"[/i] He asked, a little bit of worry in his expression.
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*bludgeons Vance with sledgehammer*
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-blam!-, all my characters end up boring…
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dude I don't even have a character that isn't a meme or shit
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[i]What probably gave Victoria's location away was the soft bursts of Latin phrases that she spoke outside of the Clinic, before ramming her gladius into a training bot once again.[/i] [i]Someone had.. tried their best, while Vance was out, to wait for his awakening. It looked like someone had set up camp around his bed - a chair was next to him, underneath it magazines of guns, swords, daily Tatakai news, and even books describing magic, paranormal beings and combat techniques. It seemed quite obvious of whom it all belonged to, while a "Get Well Soon" card was placed upon Vance's drawer next to the bed as well, hiding a small note inside of it.[/i] "[u]Miserabilis[/u].." [i]The quiet voice murmured, tearing her gladius from the machine's body. Vance could merely watch the Sororitas' work on the training androids: she was dressed in some regular attire for training, though it was extremely early in the morning.. moonlight shined upon her being, clad in a black tank top and white sports pants that reached to her shins. Her snow white hair was tangled yet curly as always, a sheath kept around her waist while she wore boots and black gloves for training.[/i] [i]Once she finished up, she sighed, shaking her head as she sheathed her gladius. The woman stared up at the moon before.. saying something that seemed to have been a prayer, before practically falling onto a wooden bench that was against the Clinic. If Vance could yell, he could get the tired warrior's attention. Or just sneak up on her.[/i]
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Having noticed the card, Vance picked it up and read the note within it, smiling slightly to himself in spite of the confusing situation. He set the card down when he heard the voice he recognized quite well; Victoria's. Upon seeing the Sororitas collapse, he sighed. Using his right arm, he slowly pushed himself off the clinic bed, stumbling towards Victoria. He eventually arrived at the bench which she collapsed on, knocking against a wall to grab her attention. [i]"... morning,"[/i] He greeted with a very slight, forced smile, looking at the Sororitas; after waking up, Vance saw her almost... completely differently. The memory of her nearly dying flooded back to him... the thought of what he'd do. And now, as he looked at the Sister of Battle, Vance suddenly realized what people meant when they said you didn't know you had something until you've lost it.
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[i]Victoria practically jumped when she heard Vance's voice, the back of her head, which was still bruised, bumping against the wooden frame of the bench. She turned her head towards the one-armed mage, before.. erupting into a smile that Vance hadn't ever gotten from the Sororitas.[/i] "...Good morning, yeah.." [i]She breathed in happily, rising up and facing Vance's one-armed body: it hurt Victoria a little, to see him in such a condition, but.. she was happy. Vance was awake, alive and well, while Victoria bounded in and literally encased him in a hug, the shorter woman (I think she's shorter than Vance, 5'9" to 5'11"?) wrapping around him with both arms, one pale and smooth while the other was tanner, yet fair still.[/i] "...Sorry, just.. I've been waiting, you could say."
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Vance staggered back slightly at the force of Victoria's sudden hug, still unstable from three months in a bed. He wrapped his right arm around the Sororitas, staying silent for a moment, before pulling away. [i]"... sorry to keep you waiting, then,"[/i] He apologized, averting his gaze. [i]"How's your arm?"[/i] He nodded at Victoria's new left arm, before looking back at the Sister of Battle herself. All the while wondering what this strange new feeling was, one he hadn't felt before–attraction? Admiration? He didn't know, and so he would keep silent about it.
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"My arm? You mean.. ...it's fine. I'm used to the fire stuff now.. it's good for intimidation, I haven't gotten into a duel yet with it in action because everyone runs off." [i]Victoria did blush a little, looking away and studying the arm, breathing in as she held out the gloved palm, and slipping off the lefthand glove. A second later, and a brief flame, green in color, lit up in her palm, between the Contractee and the Sister of Battle.[/i] "...Thank you. For saving me, for killing that thing, and.. thank you." [i]Victoria gulped a little: she was embarrassed, furious, and still scarred by the events of that afternoon. First she had lost her composure and blindly attacked, then she fell in combat.. what mattered is that Vance was alright. She'd give more than an arm to save him from death.[/i]
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[i]"Well, you've gotten used to using the fire, I see."[/i] Vance smiled as Victoria created a flame within her palm, watching the lively green fire dance with bright eyes. He then looked at his own palms, trying to recall what he had gained from killing the thing; he knew he gained something, at the very least. [i]"It's alright, Vic,"[/i] Vance told the Sister of Battle as she gulped; he could tell that Victoria still thought of what had happened that day with negativity. And so, he gently placed his right palm on the Sororitas' left cheek. [i]"None of it was your fault. It was I who led you to that shack, I who led you down those stairs... you did nothing wrong."[/i]
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"I once thought, that.." [i]Victoria stopped herself from speaking, grabbing Vance's right hand with her own right hand, her pale fingers clutching his as she brought the two palms between herself and Vance, smiling with such a glee that would match a child upon his birthday as she looked up at Vance. It was done with such a softness that she was ironically known for, yet almost desperate, though Victoria held back that longing feeling of need quite well.[/i] "-I had thought that our meeting, and our alliance, was.. merely temporary. Something that I would cast aside. Something that I would forget. ...I didn't, how could I? It was the closest moments to what I once had.. a partnership, a friend.. I couldn't let that go. And the attic.. none of us knew. And yet, with all of my discipline and pretty symbols and medals, I.. I still fell. ...and you showed me true bravery, true.. friendship. No, beyond that.. love. I owe my life to you, Vance, yet I have nothing to give. All I have are words and.. love, which I-" [i]Victoria went quiet, suddenly shrugging as if worried, nervous, and hoping that Vance wouldn't catch on.[/i] "-You get what I mean.. right?"
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Vance's face was completely blank, wondering if he had misinterpreted Victoria's words. He had a feeling that he probably did; after all, he was never really good with people... so he simply smiled slightly, tightening his hold on Victoria's hand affectionately. [i]"To be fair, it was you who was attacking it from close range, while I stood back and threw fire at it. Of course you'd sustain an injury or two... or maybe more than just an injury, but the point is, I couldn't've done it without you."[/i] He smiled, sitting himself down upon the bench while Victoria continued and spoke of owing her life and whatnot. [i]"I'm... not sure I understand, really,"[/i] He admitted–whatever 'love' Victoria spoke of was foreign, and so Vance was careful to not jump to conclusions. [i]"But had it not been for you, I'd've died the day we met. So even if you say that you owe me your life... we're technically even."[/i]
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"Even? ...I suppose, then. Sure.." [i]Victoria nodded with a reassurance as she sat next to Vance, looking as if she would lean upon him before pulling away, breathing in as if attempting to remain casual and relaxed. She let go of Vance's hand, her own gripping the wooden base of the bench.[/i] "The love bit, it's.. complicated. It interferes with a lot of beliefs that I was taught, yet those beliefs have abandoned me in my darkest moments. I don't know how to explain it, truly."
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[i]"You don't have to explain it if you find it difficult,"[/i] Vance said, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't dense or anything; he decided to trust his judgement and hopefully assume what Vic meant correctly. [i]"I... think I know what you mean.... It's... yeah, I'd imagine that it'd be quite difficult to explain without this getting rather awkward."[/i] Vance forced a laugh, averting his gaze by staring straight ahead as he spoke.
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"I think it was already quite awkward." [i]Victoria stifled a snicker, still looking at Vance as she clasped her hands together. A sigh rang out, parting her lips, while her voice spoke up as well.[/i] "...Yeah. It's dangerous, and stupid, especially if.. if something happened, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I know that, but.. I love you anyhow. This.. sounded a lot better in my head.."
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[i]"Heh... yeah, I guess so."[/i] Vance shuffled slightly, not really knowing what to say in this situation... it was horribly awkward. [i]"I... I love you too, Vic,"[/i] He finally said, bringing up the courage to turn his head and look straight at the Sororitas. [i]"I love you."[/i] He said again, before his expression darkened ever so slightly, and he looked away to turn his face upwards, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to say something, but... he knew that he couldn't.
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[i]Victoria turned her head back towards the direction of the young man, nodding as she leaned upon his body. Since she was somewhat shorter, her head rested against his shoulder, her breathing somewhat audible for Vance. She gripped his right arm, closing her eyes as if.. resting upon him. Victoria didn't know if she could say anything else, to be quite honest.[/i]
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Vance smiled to himself, turning his head to place a soft, gentle kiss on Victoria's forehead. Conveniently enough, that was when a sudden, sci-fi-esque sound began blaring throughout the hallway. A small, deep violet orb formed near Vance, gradually growing larger and larger... until it completely sucked Vance in. After sucking him in, it promptly disappeared, leaving Victoria... just there. Yeah, now he's in Amoridia.
