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1/1/2016 12:36:05 AM
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[i]"Well, a woman's heart is easily tangled in emotion. I have put a great deal of trust in you for not leading her astray."[/i] [b]Lance has noticed something interesting about Damien's speech. His language turns from formal to poetic when he talks about Anumi or Lucien.[/b]
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  • "She's only a friend Damien. I don't have any feelings for her." [i] Lance says this, and Damien can tell that he means it.[/i]

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  • [i]"Good. She does not need paramount distractions."[/i] [b]Damien pushes back his long hair once more. It looks tangled and shaggy, but it flows with ease and falls in dirty blonde locks.[/b] [i]"Though, friends always attest better than a lover."[/i]

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  • "Yeah...I know that." [i] Lance runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back, yet the same lock of hair falls back in his face.[/i]

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  • Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/1/2016 1:12:23 AM
    [i]"Have you found love before? There is no shame in such... In fact it offers many benefits."[/i] [b]Damien reaches through the bottles once more and picks out a decorated bottle of Pinot. He looks it over before throwing it aside.[/b]

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  • Edited by Will: 1/1/2016 1:26:00 AM
    [i]Lance holds the underside of his forearm out, toned and there are a few scars, but nothing special. Lance passes his free hand over it, and three tattooed names appear on the skin, in black swirling script, one above the other going down his arm. [b]Chris Jennifer Rachael[/b] He rests his finger on the name Rachael. [/i] "My wife. She died 15 years ago." [i] This doesn't make a lot of sense, considering Lance looks to be only 20-23 years old. This would mean he was married before he was even a teenager.[/i]

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  • [i]"My apologetic tones got out in sympathetic denominations. It's not easy losing those we love..."[/i] [b]Damien sits, legs apart and head thrown aside. The strange posture looks like an animal sitting patiently for a meal.[/b] [i]"And you have two young blooded familiars?"[/i]

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  • "Yes, but those aren't the names on my arm." [i] He passes his arm over his flesh and the tattoos dissapear again.[/i] "Those are my parents."

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  • [i]"I believe that when someone dies... They return reincarnated. Stronger than they were before."[/i]

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  • [i] Lance sourly chuckles.[/i] "Well if you ever see my parents or wife, tell them I'm still alive."

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  • [i]"I'll try..."[/i] [b]Damien stretches and falls back not the floor.[/b] [i]"I believe I have grown tired... Slumber douses my thoughts like a hypothesis of grand expedition."[/i]

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  • [i] Lance chuckles, standing up.[/i] "I'll catch you later Damien."

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  • [i]"Goodbye, Ronin. Godspeed."[/i]

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  • [i] Lance walks a few steps then vanishes from the bar, much to the bewildered looks of bystanders.[/i]

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  • [b]Damien seemingly expected it. He chuckles before falling asleep on the bar floor. The barkeep seems upset but doesn't dare wake him.[/b] [spoiler]End[/spoiler]

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