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オリジナルの投稿元:Gydaton RP
9/15/2016 3:15:07 AM
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[i] Lance looked at him before speaking up.[/i]
"Courtroom, trial. You got carried out on Hannibal Lecter strait jacket and mask type shit."
[i] Lance says, simply stating it. He didn't feel pity for Damien, no, that was the last thing people like him wanted. Lance knew it personally.[/i]
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[b]Damien tilts his head, his face strangely deadpan.[/b] [i]"It's the same thing we taught Reaver. Collapse. Bursting anything internal... If you are angry enough."[/i] [b]Damien shrugs and runs a hand through his hair... Turning back around and continuing to walk. There was a sense of emptiness to him... Lance hadn't seen it before... It was hard to catch. But there was a long lost innocence... Not just from childhood, but an entire detachment from all kinds of human contact. Damien was strange, borderline socially awkward, but it made sense... Beatings, slavery, violence. Over exposure had made Damien a cold being.[/b]
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[i] Lance nods, following in step behind him. They both had atrocious childhoods, so maybe that was what brought them together in a way. But he understood Damien in a way few else could, and he reminded him of himself a while back. [/i] "Does this mean we'll end up in one of my memories or is it random..?" [i] He questioned, but caught himself.[/i] "Oh yeah. Only theories and hypotheses."
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[i]"Actually, that I can explain. It's patterned out like a locking mechanism. It's your memory next... Too many memories for one party means the brain is over-stimulated."[/i] [b]Damien remarks as the blackness begins to change to a large square room with blue walls and a strange orb in the center, pulsating gently. It was devoid of color, solid black in form.[/b] [i]"Seal numero uno."[/i]
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[i]"Well... It's empty... This is Potential. Merely Potential. First, we need to put it somewhere. You choose the place, and I'll turn it on. No memory here... Those are only in our pathways."[/i] [b]Damien looks up at the mass of nothingness above their heads, turning to Lance with a questioning look.[/b]
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[i]"Alright... I'll get there in a few seconds, I'll have to pass through a memory. They serve as good gateways."[/i] [b]Damien extends a hand to the nothingness above him as it shrinks and condenses into a small orb, his body slowly fading to a white smoke as he is pulled into blackness once again.[/b]
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[b]Darkness swarmed Damien as he slipped into a bright white light, moving deep into Lance's flow system, and falling into a deep memory... This was guaranteed to be Lance's but the coin flip probably wasn't in his favor.[/b]
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[i] The darkness shifted into a bright desert sun, and Damien found himself in a desert town of sorts, sand beneath his feet and on the wind. It would have reminded him of Afghanistan, or Iraq. Off to his right, a squad of what we're American soldiers dressed in desert camo were sweeping and clearing the town, holding assault rifles. The strangest thing was...there were people everywhere. Enemies that were attempting to shoot at them, dressed in long robes and turbans. They paid them no mind strangely, because every time they seemed to aim to take a shot, blood sprayed from their body as a dark forms flitted by. One of the soldiers spoke up, speaking quietly. [/i] "Sometimes I really believe Ronin is a demon. He just killed a dozen men in less than fifteen seconds." [i] Another man spoke up, speaking as he swiveled his assault rifle around.[/i] "I heard that wasn't even the worst he could do. No ones even seen him pull the other two katanas, we've only seen the white and gold one." [i] The next moment, Ronin appeared before them, causing them to jump slightly. He was dressed in the same shiny black metal armor Damien was used to, his Oni mask and katanas with him like always. The only difference was he wore an emblem on his shoulder, a specific blue and white one. Delta Force.[/i] "All tangos are clear, targets up a block and the third house on the right." [i] They all nodded, beginning to start towards that destination.[/i]
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[i] The soldiers traveled in a tight knit formation, rifles at the ready but not meeting any further resistance. They finally came to a small one story house, rickety shutters and a sagging roof complimenting the peeling paint and dusted look of it. One of the soldiers seemed to reach for what was probably a breaching charge, but Ronin simply kicked the door off the hinges, walking in with his katana at his side. The group scrambled to keep up, but by the time they followed him in, the confrontation was already done. A man with a sharp goatee and turban/robes held a woman and two children tied to chairs at gunpoint, shouting something at Ronin in a foreign language. He didn't get far, for as he was waving the gun at the hostages, Ronin's form disappeared, blood spraying the walls. His body reappeared on the other side of the man, as the man's shoulders were relieved of his head. It dropped, Rolling along the floor with dismayed looks from the hostages and his squad mates alike. [/i]
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[b]Damien smirked and leaned back on one of the walls, enjoying the soldier's reactions. It was all such a glorious display of getting shit done. Sure... He would have used a sniper... But that was besides the point.[/b]
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[i] Ronin performed a Chiburi, flicking his sword and spattering blood over the corpses face. Ronin threw a thumb backwards towards the woman and kids, instructing the soldiers to untie them and attend to them. They nodded hurriedly, jumping to obey his command. Ronin walked outside, boots trudging through the sand and sheathing his katana, but the sound of tears could be heard faintly through his mask, though not seen, as the memory started to fade to black. [/i]
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[b]Damien sighed and pushed his hair back, eyeing the palm of his hand carefully. This next part... It would be difficult. Memories were gateways... Sure they hurt. But the physical pain came next.[/b] [i]"Give me peace..."[/i] [b]He mumbles quietly as the mower retracts around him.[/b]
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[i]"Delta force."[/i] [b]He says simply, the emptiness in his hand long gone.[/b] [i]"Alright. We are about to separate, but whatever you do... Don't wake up."[/i] [b]Damien clasps his hands as they begin to spark and arc small trails of energy until an overwhelming surging sensation overtook Lance.[/b] [b]In an instant... Everything turned to black... And the surge was quickly followed by something painful, then excruciating, and then horribly brutal. It was impossible to describe, as if cold nails made of fire dug into Lance's skin and began to twist and enlarge into drills as weight poured down and slammed across his body.[/b]
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[i] Lance screamed, a blood curdling and excruciating sound that came from the very depths of his being. He'd been cut, burned, thrown through walls, hurled through dimensional portals, but nothing compared to this. Nothing on this earth could compare to what he was feeling right now. And yet, he still maintained his soul and composure, even through the pain. There was nearly no one in existence that could match his will, and he demonstrated it then. [/i]
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Chesh I Guessにより編集済み: 9/18/2016 11:29:39 PM[b]As soon as the pain began... It stopped... And an overwhelming sense of relief poured onto Lance in droves...[/b] [b]Then... A surge... This one different than before. This felt like an overwhelming sense of power had erupted in his arm.[/b]
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[b]Slowly, the feeling ebbed away, replaced once more with relief. Darkness folded away and Lance stood in a massive room... With a single beating orb in the middle. It gave off the same sound as a heartbeat.[/b] [b]Damien was sitting down not to far off, gazing up at it silently.[/b]
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[i]"Kinda. The first placement is always the hardest... At least, in terms to getting to the rest. Pain wise... I wouldn't think on it too much. Your goal will to feel alive. These are meant to break you. It will feel like they are killing you. If you admit that you are dead... You will in fact die."[/i] [b]Damien says, not turning to Lance as he wipes away a trickle of blood pooling down his nose. He hadn't felt what Lance did... But there was the constant threat of brain injury. His mentality in this task was beyond that of physical strength... And Damien wasn't mentally stable to begin with.[/b] [i]"Now it should be one memory per seal. I just need to know where the next one is supposed to be..."[/i]
