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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/24/2017 4:50:12 PM
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"Yeah. Alright."
[i]A silence would take over Orion as he then heaved out a quiet breath, continuing to hug the woman of literal sandpaper. He had to remind himself to leave her grasp slowly. Whatever material she was made of.. it hurt, so hopefully moving away at a slower pace wouldn't hurt him.[/i]
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[b]She slowly begins to loosen her grip, and squeals in delight. After letting go, she does a happy little hop, and walks over to the door.[/b] “C’mon! You finished! You did great! Now, let’s go get you your prize!” [b]She opens the door, leaves, and quickly shuts it. He hears her say something from the other side.[/b] “Follow me!”
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"I get a prize, a friend made out of sandpaper, and.. yeah." [i]Orion chuckled, out of humane confusion as he began to follow the woman of sandpaper to wherever she had taken to leading him. A prize sounded alright, at least to him.[/i]
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[b]He would now just see a black, scary-looking hallway. The sandpaper lady was nowhere to be found, and neither was anything else. It seemed the only course of action was to go forwards.[/b]
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[i]And so, Orion did continue onwards. He didn't seem to falter.. he could trust the woman of sandpaper.[/i]
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[b]Eventually, he would come to a white room. The room had several things covered with red curtains. Suddenly, a voice rang out.[/b] “Choose...” [b]The voice was deep, but whispery. The curtains suddenly all lifted up, and there was all manner of items on the pedestals. There was even people on a few of them. Gold, jewelry, TVs, electronics of any kind. Orion began to get all of his memory back now, but in small chunks so he wouldn’t forget anything or go insane. But there was one pedestal that stood out. One with the sandpaper lady on it, legs dangling over the side and swinging slightly.[/b]
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"I choose.." [i]Hestia, he thought. That's what her name should be.[/i] [i]Orion traversed throughout the riches, the wealth, and the pillars throughout the room, as he came towards the woman of rough sandpaper. Sandpaper.. he recognized the material now. The archer outstretched his hand, as if offering to bring her down.[/i]
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[b]She jumped down, hugging him as she feel. She was mysteriously light, it didn’t even faze him when she landed on him.[/b] “Thank you! I thought I’d never get picked outta this place!”
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"Shh, shh. You're my friend, I'm not going to just leave you here. ...I think I'll call you Hestia, for the time. Is that alright?" [i]Orion would inquire, while trying to ignore the sandpaper and instead hold Hestia in a bridal position. He'd manage, soon enough.[/i]
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“Yeah, that’s fine! Man, I’ve been waiting for such a long time to get out of here!” [b]Orion suddenly had on his usual outfit, and the sandpaper lady had several sheets of paper acting as a makeshift dress. More or less to just cover herself.[/b] “Now, just say you’re done and we can go!”
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[i]Orion had to feel his garb for a little bit, just to check. After approving that the arms and armor were all in place and such, he would nod towards the woman of sandpaper - Hestia, though sandpaper lady would work.[/i] "Alright. I'm.. done? We're done?" [i]He spoke in a confused tone, to be truthful. It was a rather questionable situation.[/i]
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[b]And then, it hit him. He knew where he was now. He was at an augmented reality facility. Similar to a VR system, but it could effect anything about a person or area. Seems that the cold and everything wasn’t even fake, merely modified to be much, much worse. Everything began to melt away, leaving only the items on the pedestals and a door on the far side.[/b]
