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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/15/2017 12:59:54 AM
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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]
