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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/22/2017 9:46:06 PM
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[i]Biting off the last of the apple until it was down to its core, Issac began to crouch down low, sneaking up to the encampment until he was in range to see them properly. He tossed the remnants of the apple around a bit, keeping it so that he could perhaps use it as an distraction.[/i]
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[i]The documented reports on such runes seemed to be just as confused as Issac was: they were filled with more questions than actual answers - where had these runes originated from, what their purpose truly was, why they were here.[/i] [i]The rune of red had only begun to grow stronger as if hungering for Issac, though he became unaffected once he created distance between himself and the rock.[/i]
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[i]Issac sighed, shaking his head as he placed down the documents. Still nothing, huh? He didn't really want to sit around all day, doing nothing while the others did who knows what. Eventually Issac would turn his attention to the red rune, sighing. He would unstrap his shotgun, pointing it at the rune while pumping in a fresh shell. He needed something to shoot, maybe that would do. A loud bang echoed throughout the room, as a chunk of the rune would break off from the buckshot pellets.[/i]
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[i]The rune would quiver with sudden energy before releasing a sudden, high-pitched screeching sound, like metal being scraped and drug around, grinding into a solid surface. The remaining stones would crack and shatter, as red energy would swarm throughout the room.[/i] [i]Issac felt himself.. disconnecting, almost. His vision became blurred as a nauseous feeling entered his mind. Something was terribly wrong..[/i]
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[i]Issac thought he had swore... no, he definitely DID swear. Stumbling back and cursing as he covered his ears and letting his shotgun strapped onto his chest hang loose, he started half-limping, half sprinting towards the hole in the wall. He never spent any moment unconscious: in fact, he never slept or anything at all. A result of his mutations was that he never got fatigued, nor get knocked out. If he did, well, he'd stand up within a few seconds, most likely unamused or pissed. Hopefully he'd see whatever was happening to him if the rune made him pass out.[/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/15/2018 12:12:31 PM[i]Whenever he did stand up, a searing pain scorched his head as he faced the cracked rune, the light exerting itself from the wound within the rock both brilliant and yet terribly bright. Doubled visions of the same objects pierced through Issac's own eyesight.[/i] [i]In the haze of it all, the room began to quiver and break down, other broken runes beginning to be coated and then absorbed into the brilliance that swarmed the shattered room. Wood and debris fell past Issac, shattering into pieces. It would be best to get going, while he was already moving towards the path in the wall.[/i]
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[i]Issac would continue to repeatedly curse and swear as he passed through the home in the wall, almost bumping his shoulder on it. From there he would start getting away from the structure as far away as possible, before the red tune did whatever it was doing.[/i]
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[i]Past Issac's being, other buildings had begun to rumble and break down, crumbling to the earth. Their wooden structures splintered into a hundred pieces, stone cracked and shattered as buildings came falling upon the earth.[/i] [i]Tornadoes of scrap and splinters flew past Issac, swirling throughout the muddy area as if forming.. something, behind him.[/i]
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[i]Seeing all the debris converging past him, he turned around, bringing up the shotgun and pumping in a fresh shell. He had no idea what the hell was going on, and he clearly didn't like it at all. He aimed at where all the debris was going, slowly backing away from it.[/i]
