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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/27/2017 4:32:53 AM
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"But when you think about it, aren't Ghosts not that different from it. Similar logic: You die and come back. Except portable, snarky, and some are more clever, unlike Mr. Melodramtic-Ranty."
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[i]"But can you drive a man through with a Ghost? Can you permanently end an enemy of the Light? We already know all we can about the Ghosts - We don't know anything about a Hive Sword, firsthand." [/i]
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"All... that... power... all those answers."
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[i]"Exactly, the answers. Answers to questions asked long ago and far into the future. So, care to come get some answers with me?" [/i]
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"Yes," she replied.
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[i]"Good. Do you have a ship?" [/i]
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"No here, no."
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[i]"How about a Sparrow?" [/i]
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"That I have."
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[i]"Good. Can it fit two?" [/i]
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"Well, if you want the sword so badly, just take the damn sparrow. I mean, I want that much power, but I haven't even mastered Void Light yet. I'm not worthy of the power."
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[i]"Just ride it with me, come on." [/i]
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"Fiiiiiine," she said.
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[i]"Summon your Sparrow outside," he said, walking to the entrance. [/i]
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She walked out, summoning her sparrow.
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[i]Polaris hopped onto the Sparrow with her, and drove the pair of them away from the cave. They traveled for about sixish hours, crossing plains and forests until they reached a barren tundra. They went to the heart of it and found themselves staring upon a ship of Hive make - A tombship, longer than the eye could see and halfway in the ground, tilted on an angle. Fallen and Hive corpses lay strewn on the ground next to a gaping hole in the hull of the ship. Piles of bodies reeked a stench that no Hive could hope to emit naturally: This was a warzone, a battlefield of long past sins. The rotting corpses had been arranged into stacks, but by what? [/i]
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"Oh god that smell!" Phoebe complained.
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"Get over it, we still must push in."
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Ganymede transmatted on her helmet.
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[i]Polaris hopped off of the Sparrow as his Ghost transmatted his helmet on. The white locks of the Warlock had become enveloped within an Obsidian Mind; He progressed further into the building, and his armour swiftly turned a purple shade. Something was up with his Light. [/i]
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She followed, noticing his armor, "Hey, are you alright. Your armor went from blue to violet."
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[i]"I know it did. I'm alright, yes."[/i]
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"You sure?" She asked.
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[i]"Did I sound unsure?" [/i]
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"No."
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[i]"Then don't ask pointless questions." [/i]
