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3/5/2016 12:56:57 AM
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"Okay. C'mon. Let's go."
[b]It starts walking towards the end of the hallway.[/b]
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[b]Zion follows him, but it's hard to tell as each step is quiet, making no noise. Not even the sound of breathing escapes him. He acts as if a ghost. He finally breaks the silence with his quiet tone.[/b] [i]"So, how long have you been here?"[/i]
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"A few months."
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[i]"Plenty of time then... Good to have a more experienced friend."[/i] [b]They return to silence, Zion following Bloodbender's steady trek.[/b]
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[b]They eventually reach a multitude of doors.[/b] "Crew's quarters. Pretty big rooms."
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[i]"Mhmm."[/i] [b]Zion seems impressed. It was certainly different from the halls of his old monastery.[/b]
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"Yeah, there's a lot of people here. Heard we might be getting a new recruit soon." [spoiler][b]EPIC FORESHADOWING[/b][/spoiler]
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[b]He shrugs. He didn't know anyone or how the crew worked so most of the details went over his head.[/b] [i]"Shall we carry on? I'm eager to see the rest of the ship. My superiors would be quite fascinated by such a place."[/i]
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"Superiors?"
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[i]"Well... Just one. A man named Damièn. He's taught me everything."[/i] [b]Zion seems pleased, as if talking about his friend is relieving.[/b]
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"You seem happy about him. Must be a good guy."
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[i]"He's old... But yes... He is kind. Fatherly almost. So what about you? Come from a far away land?"[/i]
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"Yeah. Real far away."
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[b]Zion frowns. Clearly this man wasn't for small talk.[/b] [i]"I see..."[/i]
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"I don't like to talk about it." [spoiler]I still haven't specified gender.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 3/6/2016 10:58:04 AM[spoiler]Oh well...[/spoiler] [i]"So what do you do around here?"[/i] [b]Zion talked more when he was nervous. But his voice and posture would give nothing away.[/b]
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"I mostly wait until they need me to kill something. All I'm good for."
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[i]"Right..."[/i] [b]Zion trails off. Not a fun subject. Zion had only been in two fights... Both of which ended in brutal massacres of his opponents.[/b] [i]"Still a nice ship."[/i]
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"That it is. That it is." [b]It begins walking down the hall again, this time a little slower.[/b] "And, by the way, some of the crew aren't as... Nice as I am. Don't be surprised if a few of them are jerks."
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[i]"I will be fine... I have learned to suppress fear and anxiety."[/i] [b]Zion puts his hands together in a praying manner before letting go.[/b]
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"What was that about?"
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[i]"Meditative state. Once reached... I feel no guilt, remorse, sorrow, anxiety, or anger."[/i]
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"That's bad. Really bad. You need stuff like remorse and feelings in general, really."
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[i]"Perhaps for others... But it keeps me together. Wholesome so to speak."[/i]
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"Okay then. That's a little weird, but I'm not one to judge."
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[i]"I do not use it all the time. Just when I feel anxious or stressed. Keeps my heart rate at a normal constant. I am still human after all."[/i] [b]Though, he didn't seem human. There was something about him that was otherworldly.[/b]
