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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/21/2015 3:43:47 AM
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"Oh but why?? I hate mysteries... From one artist to another? Pleaaaaaase?"
[b]He gets on his knees and looks up at you.[/b]
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"I actually spend most of my time sleeping"
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"Hmm, seems like its peaceful... Never do sleep, never had the time..."
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"It's relaxing"
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"Hmm interesting... Anything else a pretty lady like you does? I usually make knives in my spare time..."
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"When I sleep I usually bring a friend with me"
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"Oh well thats interesting... And who do you classify as friends?"
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"Specific people that have peeked my interests and there's a very small group of people who have done so"
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"Very nice... I haven't really seen anyone like that yet... This place is riddled in... People without talent."
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"Well I've met very few with talents like ours"
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"Yes indeed, we are a rare species."
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"You seem to have peeked.my interests ever so slightly. But not enough to be considered a friend"
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"And what would i need to do to do so?" [b]He asks with a small smile[/b]
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"Show me what you can do"
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"Hmm okay then... Watch." [b]He walks to a sidewalk and stays there for a little the pedestrians all stop walking immediately.They begin to fight each-other, killing each-other in brutal fashion. Feitan walks around waving his knife around like a conductor in an orchestra. He slashes down countless pedestrians with grace, almost like a dance, his blade moving too fast for the blood to stay on it. After a few minutes, they are all dead, except for feitan. He stands in the middle of the gore and carnage and smiles. [/b]
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[b]she smiles and gives a light amused laugh[/b] "Not bad"
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[b]He looks at the carnage around him and sighs[/b] "Alas, i could do much more but i will finish off with this" [b]The bodies convulse violently, they shift and break. They swirl around like a tornado of bone and flesh until a large fountain is made. The gel from the eyes flows down the multiple layers, bone demons on either side of it.[/b] "My signature"
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"It is magnificent"
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[b]He looks at it for a moment.[/b] " lets go before people spoil our fun, as it is common here..."
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[b]she climbs up to a nearby roof[/b]
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[b]He does the same and sits down.[/b] "That was my art, your the first to compliment me on it..."
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"I know potential when I see it"
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Edited by REXensenada0156: 12/21/2015 3:04:42 PM"Thank you. That means alot."
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[b]she nods with a smile[/b] "You are quite talented"
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"And like i said, so are you. Not many people can handle looking at what you do, your art. But to me... It is a pleasant spectacle..."
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"Thank you" [b]she takes an elegant bow[/b]
