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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/14/2017 12:04:06 AM
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"Arcane Force, huh?"
Christina would gaze at the flickering flame in Locke's hand, staring into the sparks and embers as a small plume of smoke rose from it. She admired it–Locke's magic was self-reliant, whereas Christina depending on some distant gods for her power.
"Interesting. Wish I had some," She added half-jokingly, laughing a bit.
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"Well, you do have it. You just can't use it." He stood, taking a very professorial stance. "All humans produce Arcane Force as a byproduct of mitosis and meiosis, however for some reason only the people of the western islands have the necessary biological features to use it. We have something similar to a second set of blood vessels, just for Arcane Force."
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"... you just got my hopes up, then smashed them immediately," Christina replied with a laugh. "Is it possible to... ah, never mind." She shook her head, knowing how foolish the question was.
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He furrowed his brow. "Technically yes. The only thing is it would require quite alot of blood and would be quite painful for you. But yes, it is possible."
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"Oh?" Christina seemed rather interested. "Well, if you could ever find some time to teach me how, I'll try to find some payment."
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"Payment? No, I do not require payment. The information gained would be payment enough." He sits next to her. "Besides, I would like to believe we have become friends here today. Friendship doesn't ask for payment or reimbursement. It simply gives what it can and takes what it needs. No more, no less. And true friendship is quite rare."
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She laughed slightly, smiling at Locke. "That's... quite some philosophy," She commented, raising an eyebrow. "But if you do end up teaching me something... well, I'll have something for you."
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"Well, it won't be easy, but blood magic is very useful." He looks over at her. "And i suppose I'll [i]have[/i] to take some payment if you continue to be insistent."
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Christina smiled at Locke, pulling a dagger from its sheathe at her right side. It was short and curved, and emeralds decorated its guard. "This dagger's... special. It doesn't harm people, rather it phases through their flesh completely. Instead, it heals nearby wounds." She looked from the dagger to Locke. "Don't think of it as payment. It's a token of thanks, for being a friend." She held the dagger out to Locke.
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He took the dagger. "Thank you, I will treasure it always." He looked at her, smiling.
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Christina smiled back at Locke, almost sadly. The dagger was a family treasure, an heirloom, and had saved Christina's life as a child. She was sad to see it go, but was glad that it was in the hands of somebody like Locke.
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"What's wrong? Your eyes seem sad."
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"Oh, no reason. Just please treat the dagger well."
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"Of course." His smile was warm and welcoming. "You are very kind for this."
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"I guess," Christina would reply as she looked away, staring out into the rainy streets. "Just keep it safe."
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"I Will." He looked up to the ceiling, and then down at the floor. The silence soon became quite awkward. "It's been quite nice to meet you Christina, and I am glad we have become friends." He stands up. "But I am afraid I must go, I have demons to hunt." He leaves. [spoiler]End. Gotta do a plot now. :P[/spoiler]
