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6/18/2016 12:45:57 AM
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Until it's removed of course. I've actually met Death and asked for the gift of death...he doesn't understand how I survived either
[b]He takes in an breath and slowly exhales[/b]
I won't be able to see them ever again wherever they may be
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Well... I could probably help...
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[b]He turns away and starts walking[/b] He told me before he died, my time will come when no one needs me anymore. She said my time will come when I've accepted what I am [b]He raises the sword from his back and looks into the reflection on the blade[/b] I can't tell if they were being honest or trying to calm me down
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You mean, you... haven't accepted yourself?
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No....I can't not after what he did to me
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What... he... did?
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He ordered his men to kill them and he ordered them to make me into this [b]He strikes his fist into a wall sending a giant crack up the wall and knocking it over[/b]
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Woah, calm down man
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Why should I? The more destruction I cause the longer I can keep myself from going insane [b]He raises the sword and adjusts his stance before bringing his arms back like he was holding a baseball bat, It doesn't seem to be a very good thing especially since the blade began glowing red with a black aura[/b]
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Woah, cool. *Mortar's sword forms in his hand, it is black with red symbols. When fully formed, it ignites in green flames*
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[b]He looked back then turned his back to Mortar as his body began sparking red electricity that spread all over the blade which had now turned solid black, A low growling escaped from his throat as he took a step back then quickly lunged forward throwing the sword then speaking in a deepened and distorted voice[/b] [i]Stay where you are[/i] [b]The sword hovers in place and the dark energy creates a small vortex that pulls several living beings into it and hovering them above the surface of the blade, then man summons up a katana and a blue electricity flows and sparks over the Saya[/b] [spoiler]Saya is the proper term for a Japanese sword's sheath[/spoiler]
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Damn, you need anger management. *Mortar forms an iron ball the size of a basketball* I don't want to use this, but if I have to, I will.
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That looks like it'd be fun to smash someone's face into dust with it [b]He raises his hand making the sword fly back to him and sheathe itself on his back then making both weapons vanish into a mist he then absorbs into his right arm, the weapons he possesses have as much magical power as the man himself maybe even more[/b] Although you are right that I got out of hand with that but I wasn't kidding...I do reach points where I have to let out pent up energy or anger otherwise I start itching and become more aggressive in my actions [b]He lightly itches his cheek and looks at Mortar as his face becomes flush with a light shade of pink[/b] I'm going to go inside and get some rest. Can we meet up at the entrance of the inn tomorrow? [b]He paused for a few moments biting his lip then let's out a sigh and walks up to Mortar then shakes his hand before speaking[/b] Please?
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*The iron ball seems to dissipate, bits flaking off and burning away* Yes. I apologize if I triggered you.
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[b]He waits a moment and the blush burns brighter in his face as he licks Mortar's right cheek with a tongue that was smooth like a dog's[/b] Thanks. I'll probably be up sometime around 6 AM so I can check my gear and take a shower...so that'll take about an hour
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Alright, that was weird. I get up a little later. Maybe eight?
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That works for me. But don't shake me too much to wake me otherwise I will bite [b]He turns to leave and takes a few steps before stopping abruptly[/b] By the way it's how dogs say hello or I love you [b]He starts walking again towards the inn and open the door waving to mortar as he enters, he left a feather on the door handle that was black as the night sky littered with stars[/b]
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*Mortar nods as he picks up the feather* What was he exactly?
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[b]The feather pulsed with power and blood seeped out of the tip making it useful as a writing utensil or trinket[/b] [spoiler]Do you want to make the new post or should I?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You could [/spoiler]
