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12/30/2015 9:33:30 AM
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[i]"Can't take what's not there..."[/i]
[b]Lucien chuckles.[/b]
[i]"Wait... So Anumi, eh?"[/i]
[b]Lucien gives a charmed smile.[/b]
[i]"That's not a first... I think... I can't remember... But hey..."[/i]
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"Yeah. Ever since I first met her on Earth, I dunno... Something just... Clicked into place."
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[i]"Well... I will protect her... She's in a delicate spot... Like a flower..."[/i] [b]Lucien chuckles. His face soon turns cold and serious.[/b] [i]"And if you even hurt her once... You suffer..."[/i]
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"If you think for a second I'd do anything to hurt her, you're wrong."
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[b]Lucien chuckles again.[/b] [i]"Intentions don't matter... It's the outcome cowboy... You can't equate to parallels like that..."[/i] [b]Lucien couldn't only help but repeat one of his brother's famous lines.[/b]
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"I won't let anything happen to her. The outcome will be positive."
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[b]Lucien raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything more. He chuckles and mumbles to himself before his posture slumps and his voice shakes.[/b] "A-an end to all t-things starts with p-positivity..."
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"You okay there?"
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[i]"A-as always..."[/i] [b]He grunts and plops onto the floor, position with his knees outstretched.[/b]
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[b]He leans down to check on him.[/b]
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[b]Lucien still has an raised eyebrow but his eye color has gone from green to hazel brown.[/b]
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"What the Hell?" [b]He picks him up, and takes him to the medical bay.[/b]
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[b]Not enjoying the man handling he squirms and tries to escape, but the attempt is strangely weak and pitiful.[/b]
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[b]He sets him down on a bed, where a few medics start to examine him.[/b]
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[b]He frowns at the lot of them. He waves them off in vexation.[/b] [i]"I-if I was in m-medical trouble I-I'd handle m-myself."[/i]
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The Hunter: "You started actin' funny. Thought something was wrong."
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[b]He grunts in vexation but doesn't say more. He stands up and dusts himself off.[/b]
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"You okay?"
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[i][u]"Mm."[/u][/i] [b]He limps from the room, like a man with a degenerative leg problem.[/b]
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"Seriously, what's wrong."
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[i]"What do you mean?"[/i]
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"You're actin' funny."
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[i]"Maybe I'm a funny guy..."[/i]
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"Ya might be, but ya actin' funny."
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[i]"Hmph."[/i]
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"Just tell me what wrong,"
