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6/20/2016 10:52:05 PM
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Just shut up, okay?
*He stood, then placed his hand between his shoulder blades, forming a dark blue katana/broadsword mix. When fully formed, it ignited in green flames as he charged at the beast*
LEAVE NOW, FOR I, MORTAR, SHALL MAKE HASTE OF YOU!
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Well, this one sure had a taste for the theatrics. Still, seemed like he could take care of the thing on his own, so I decided to stay where he left me. Hopefully he wouldn't decide to just kill me right after rescuing me, but there wasn't much I could do if he did.
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*There was lots of growling, roaring, and yelling. Then eventually a gut wrenching cry can be heard, and it was silent for a moment. He walked back to where you were* Alright, NOW we're good. You can roam a little more freely.
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I slowly stood up, looking over this... Mortar. "Just who, or what, are you?"
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Ah, name's Mortar. Your friendly neighborhood Ex God demon thing.
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The look on my face must have been rather comical, I imagine, as I asked, "I, uh... what?"
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I am a demon. But not just any demon, an ex God. *Mortar chuckles a little* Yeah, I get that expression a lot.
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I looked at him for a few more moments, before deciding [i]fück it, we don't have time for this[/i]. "Alright, Mortar, I've got a few more questions: where are we, what was that thing, and how did I get here?"
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This is a huge ship called the Bloodwrath. But I'm not exactly sure what that thing was, reminded me of something from Doom, and I don't know how you got here.
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I sighed. "Don't even know why I bothered. Look, is there a place I can find some actually [i]sane[/i] people here, or are we the only two things not actively trying to kill everything in sight?"
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There are people around here, but... there are many more crazy killing machines that see you as a top sirloin.
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Editado por Kell in a Cell: 6/22/2016 5:39:02 PMI rubbed the bridge of my nose, already tired of this place. "And let me guess, item two is between us and item one, correct?" This was going to be a [i]long[/i] day.
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Yeah... Sorry about this, but you need a weapon. Take this. *He hands you what appears to be a simple silver dagger*
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Editado por Kell in a Cell: 6/22/2016 9:29:42 PM... Well, that was ominous as fück. Still, what choice did I have? I eyed the knife warily, before taking it.
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Yeah. It's nothing special, just a silver dagger, but it's better than nothing, you know?
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I shook my head at that, letting the hand holding the knife fall. "Whatever. Let's just get the hell out of here before anything else shows up, or you drive me insane."
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*Mortar sighs, then smirks a little, a thought popping into his head* You know I can always leave you to die.
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"The hell do you want me to do, then?" I asked, honestly tired of this guy's games. Seriously, what did he expect? Me to just fawn over him like some shinning beacon of hope?
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I want to see if you actually CAN fight a creature, not just run like usain bolt.
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... Ok, this was getting weird. "How the hell do you know this stuff, anyway? First it was Doom, now it's Usain Bolt. The hell are you even from, anyway?"
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I'm from Earth, just like you. South Jersey, to be exact
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Well, that sure was helpful. Not. I sighed. "Can we just get going, now? Please?"
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Yeah. We would have been gone by now, if I didn't have the decency to answer your questions. *Mortar looks around* Nonetheless, we aren't safe if we stay in one place too long
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"On that, at least, we agree," I said. "Your lead."
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Yeah, let's go. *Mortar walks through what appears to be a long hall, looking around or occasionally stopping because he thought he heard something*
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Well, either this guy was insane, or had way better hearing than me. Both were equally likely at this point. Still, nothing bothered us for a good while. The halls were quiet save for our footsteps. Except when they suddenly weren't. Mortar motioned for me to stop, but I had already heard it: more of that blasted chanting.
