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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/29/2017 4:11:02 AM
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"I think you're getting it now. Am I finally breaking through?"
[i]In the distance, it seemed as if Fabio's target was having a rather intense disagreement with a slave servant, who was cowering before her. Charla hadn't noticed, yet.[/i]
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"Slavery still exists?" He asked.
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"Yes, indeed. It is the building block to the magnificent city that you reside in. And it is slavery that built this arena, where you will win or die within. Khaom was built by slavery. Some believe that it will be ended by slavery. I doubt it." [i]Charla smiled, at that, as Rue would rise up, alongside a woman next to her.[/i]
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"That's not.... right."
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"Rights and wrongs don't influence the rise of empires. Successes and failures do. This is a success." [i]Charla would smile at Fabio, in her own darkly sinister manner. The woman was an extremist to these beliefs - she found it to be.. correct, perhaps.[/i] "But what do you care for rights and wrongs? You're a traitor to your cause, as I was."
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"I may be a merc, but I still have morals," he replied.
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"Moralities aren't typically the qualities of a mercenary.. I believe they're fighting." [i]Charla muttered to herself, as the Tribune woman and her female companion would return to their seats after an argument with a noble.[/i] "...Come with me," [i]Charla grabbed Fabio's hand, soon bringing him with her.[/i]
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He followed like a dog. "I want to know what I'm dealing with."
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"Rue's a fuсkin' rock mage or something. She's dangerous, scary if you let her get too powerful. But she's certainly one of the dumbest bitсhes that I've seen - she's the tall one. The short one.. her sister? Don't know her at all." [i]Charla muttered.[/i]
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"Dumb and powerful: sounds like most Hunters," Fabio shrugged. "If I have to fight the other spy, I'm shifting and getting the f**k outta here."
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"I'm sorry - [i]what[/i]?" [i]Charla muttered, looking back to Fabio.[/i] "You mean.. the sister's a spy?"
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"No. But someone named Traci is. She... ulgh. She's terrifying."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 1/7/2018 12:51:39 AM"Sounds like a bitсh.. I can take her. But I know what these two are pursuing, and they'll win against that politician asshat.. You know what's in that vault, Fabio?"
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"Not a clue."
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"...Interesting. What if I told you that it was a dragon?"
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"That's.... epic," Fabio muttered.
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"...The Great Devourer, the Child of Flame, the Steed of the Empress of Fire. [i]Ragnarok[/i] is his name, and Isabella his queen." [i]Charla murmured, smiling sickly to herself.[/i] "...These two are winning their arena fight. Khaom will grow weak, underneath corrupt rule or Tribune rule, and as such needs independence. It needs it's Empress. I've played the games and cards perfectly, Fabio. And with both the Tribune and Khaomites distracted.. fire will rain down from the blotchy, shadowed skies, and purify the corrupted with judging flame." [i]Perhaps this was true evil: believing that you are right, in terrible, inhumane actions.[/i]
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The hunter would sigh. He was regretting this. That Charla was insane. "Yes..." he replied, distracted, "Flames of justice."
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"Indeed.. you're seeing things my way now." [i]As they traversed into the arena's depths, they would find a "closed off" section. Two guards would attempt to stop Charla, yet she would slit one's throat with a sudden slash from her dagger, blood spewing across her being: she left the other for Fabio to kill, it seemed.[/i]
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Fabio would take his own knife and woukd attempt to slit the man's throat.
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[i]Blood splattered over Fabio as the guard fell, while the clanking of boots would be heard ahead of them. A four-man group, drawing their swords as they charged towards the two.[/i]
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Fabio raised his knife as it began to spark with electricity. Arc Light sparked off him as he infused himself with this power, and began to slice at the guards.
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[i]The first guard would be eradicated in a flurry of Arc energy, yet one would fight back still. The second would swing towards Fabio's head, following up with a shield bash.[/i]
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The Hunter slid away from the attack. He then, ran his blade along the ground towards the other guards, sending a wave of arc energy at them.
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[i]The other two would be literally eradicated, their internals and skin frying upon contact and disintegrating with the arc stream. The sole survivor would attempt to swing again at Fabio, before Charla's knife jutted through his throat, piercing through his neck and then ripped out again. The soldier fell, as Charla smiled at Fabio.[/i] "Hey, you're pretty good.." [i]As they continued onwards to the vault, and when they finally came across it, Charla would begin to pick the massive lock.[/i] "Cover me, for a bit. This is.. more complicated than you might think."
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Edited by Splashback77: 1/12/2018 3:05:46 AMHe lie on the ground, writhing in pain, until he became larger, and larger. He had shifted into a dragon that was small eniugh to fit in the corridor, but bug enough to cause shit. His scales were maroon, his neck short. He faced towards the corridor, away from Charla.
