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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/12/2016 3:51:25 PM
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*I open up one eye, the whites are a blazing red*
Hey there.
English
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*notices red eyes* How ya doin today?
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A little tired, but for the most part, good.
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I understand how you feel. I am a bit tired myself.
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You've been meditating here, relaxing you, and letting the voices of nature penetrate you. That's the only thing I let penetrate me. *He motions to a red sash next to him with many throwing knives glimmering in the sun*
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Hmm... How much training I've you had with these knives?
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A good deal... I just use my sword for the most part. *I sit up and put my hand between my shoulder blades. A black katana/broadsword with red symbols forms in my hand. When fully formed, it ignites in green flames.* This is actually a mix of two swords fused together.
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Sound like a formidable weapon
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It is. I got one half of it from a travelling merchant. The other half I took from a shadow form of myself.
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From the shadow realm. Dangerous to be going. The fact you made it back alive is impressive.
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Not the shadow realm, from the Underworld. I used to live there, until about thirty years ago... *The sword dissipates and Mortar lays on his back again* I still go there, it's a lot safer now that everyone there is dead... *Mortar has a longing look on his face*
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So you were the one who brought the reclamation of the underworld?
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Pardon? My father committed genocide down there
