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12/31/2015 2:37:10 AM
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"Anumi, you've got to tell me what happened and what did this to you."
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[i][u]"Caldon."[/u][/i] [b]The name is only thing she has said with emotion. Though, she says it with spite and anger.[/b]
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"Who is Caldon, Anumi?"
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[b]She returns to her silent, dead-eyed stare. Her nose begins to drip crimson at a constant rate.[/b]
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[spoiler]werent you wondering what these swords do?[/spoiler] [i] In a flash, Lance unsheathes his all black katana, and strangely, the midnight blade seems to drip darkness and shadows. Like simple blackness in a liquid form oozes off the metal. He presses the flat of the blade to her forehead, closing his eyes. The shadows drop off the blade, but seem to take on an essence of their own. Crawling over Anumi's skin, over her face and up through her nose, eventually covering her whole body. Her body feels ice cold, then steaming hot, alternating for nearly 30 seconds. [/i]
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[b]Anumi doesn't even seem to notice, but it certainly has stopped the flow of blood.[/b]
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[i] The shadows work throughout her body, inside and out, covering her body. Whatever damage was caused to her, internal or external, seems to knit itself back together, as if the damage was never caused.[/i]
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[b]The damage does seem to reverse, but her blank stare doesn't return like her complexion. Neither does her voice.[/b]
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[i] He sheathes the sword, knowing his blade healed her of all physical damage. Mental though...that wasn't one of its capabilities. He places a hand on the side of her face.[/i] "Anumi, say something."
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[b]She blinks... Though, it's more of an eyelid flutter.[/b] [i][u]"Damien..."[/u][/i]
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"Who's Damien?" [i]He asks gently, his hand still on her face.[/i]
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[b]Her mentality is shot... She doesn't seem to hear the question. She simply sits on the bed, gazing at Lance through a long drawn out blink.[/b]
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[spoiler]Jesus Christ, throw me a bone here XD[/spoiler] [i]Lance, guessing that's it's PTSD of sorts, takes her hand in his and holds it, sitting next to her.[/i]
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[b]She tilts her head in manner of strange curiosity...[/b] [i][u]"I... Feel like... He is in... The room..."[/u][/i]
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"Who, Damien, or Caldon?"
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[i][u]"Damien..."[/u][/i]
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"There's no one here Anumi but me and you."
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[b]She scrunches her face at the shadows of the room. She watches them carefully.[/b]
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[i]Lance turns his head, looking where she is looking.[/i]
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[b]Its empty. Dead black. Anumi shuffles in the bed.[/b] [i][u]"Can I go back?"[/u][/i] [b]The question seems directed.[/b]
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"Are you speaking to me, or your mysterious friend?"
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[i][u]"You... Lance..."[/u][/i]
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[spoiler]is he about to meet Damien?[/spoiler] [i]He nods.[/i] "If you think you're okay enough."
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[b]She shudders in anticipation. Something, told her this is what she needed to do.[/b]
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[i] He grabs her hand and teleports to the Avalon.[/i]
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[b]Immediately a large group of medical spot them and rush over. The one in lead looks like a doctor of some kind.[/b] [i]"Thank god! We've searched every where for her!"[/i] [b]They all move in a strange fashion, as if fake. The doctor however, seems normal...[/b]
