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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/13/2017 2:50:58 AM
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"I'm guessing she's out for the night and I normally sleep on that bed....You think she'd mind me sleeping beside her?"
He made the table and game vanish.
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"If you think there's a better way to help her, you do it," Lunar told him, "But that's my two cents. She is very stubborn, I will warn you."
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"I...hmm. Where is she again?" Bedlam got off the bed and stood up. "I'm helping her."
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"Back in the Dojo Woods. She can't hide from us, now. I can track her neural implants. She's on the move."
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"Fun." Bedlam and the Ghost vanished, reappearing at the entrance to the woods. Bedlam instantly began to run in. "Lunar, direct me, will ya?"
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"I don't think I'll need to," Lunar replied. The Ghost was scanning something. It looked like a feather. But it was shimmering with firey colors. The shape of the feather was changing constantly. He flew to another one, which was directly to the Ghost's right.
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Bedlam saw the feathers and started to follow them. "These her's?"
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"Yep," Lunar replied. The trail seemed to spiral on for a while. They went deeper into the forest, as the trees hid the sunlight. The feathers glowed in the grass, easily marking her path.
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Bedlam ran, attempting to catch up to Sarah. "Come on, Lunar! We have an angel to catch."
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Lunar sped up, until he saw it, a clearing. It was a small clearing. And in the middle of it, there were a pile of feathers. They couldn't see her, but they could see the feathers falling. "Stay quiet..." Lunar whispered, "If we're heard, we'll startle her."
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Bedlam nodded to Lunar before slowly walking into the clearing. He wasn't sure what the feathers were, but he wanted to find her.
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The feathers were still falling. Covering the ground. She was standing. Must have been.
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Bedlam looked up into the sky in confusion, still confused about whag was going on.
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Except, they were not falling from the sky. The looked like they were falling from about 4 to five feet in the air.
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He walked up to where the feathers were falling from and poked the area above them. "Sarah?"
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The feathers moved a bit. It was her. But she didn't move much. He could hear her breathe.
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"Sarah, why don't we talk about this? I can try and help you. I've already seen your memories and have seen you beaten to sh*t...." He sighed, placing a hand where he felt her.
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She was completely silent. She didn't say anything.
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"Sarah, nothing lasts forever. You have to just...move on sometimes. I know, things are coming at you rapidly right now, but you can't stress about it. If you can't change it then you have to just not worry about it. That's what I do. When I learned the girl I loved died a week ago, I did what I knew she'd want me to do. I smiled. I remembered all the goodtimes we had and laughed, knowing she'd never want someone to cry when she passed. She'd want them to remember when she was alive and take something away from it. I'm probably rambling at this point, but please...please speak to me."
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She remained silent. She was staring at something, apparently. "Cursed..." She muttered, "I always survive... that's my curse. But Finn.. he was a guardian. Just like me. We don't just fall permanently dead. It's always a struggle. I take a mission to the Pyramidian. Had him wiped from my memory. And just as I start to remember him, as I started to hope, it's yanked away from me. This isn't simply loss. This is something more..." she trailed off.
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"I'm sorry, Sarah. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn't. There's nothing either one of us can do." He took a deep breath. "I won't die on you. I'll be here to help you in anyway I can forever, as my immortal body never ages."
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"I don't know if I can believe that anymore," she muttered. She looked, "Guardians... can't permanently die easily."
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Bedlam chuckled and winked. "Trust me, I'm even harder to kill permanently. I kind of draw power from conflict, so dying during a fight is very unlikely. I mean, if I get stabbed a few too many times it may take a few weeks for me to reappear, but I won't stay dead." He smiled up at her. "You have my word, Sarah. I'm not going anywhere."
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"No wonder my dad married a refugee," she muttered.
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"What does that mean?"
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"You see, my mom wasn't a guardian. She was a refugee of the Collapse. At least they both acknowledged that she was gonna die and that she only had one life."
