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5/9/2016 7:08:59 PM
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"Camouflage I assume? Good for normal, but not when stuck in a storm."
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It's not camouflage [b]He scoops up some sand with a shaking hand melting it into a long spike then driving it back into the sand, a thin wire was attached to it[/b]
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"Ah. So we can find a way back if there is a storm. I doubt there will be one." He says, holding four large metal rings, with many more inside of them, almost like it extends out.
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I'm still uncomfortable being here...the memory was very painful [b]He puts the hood of his cloak up before scooping up some more sand and melting it into a ball[/b]
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"I didn't force you to come. I just said I was going to him. You chose to come. Your friends will not be forgotten." He says, still walking towards the crater
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[b]He keeps following getting a little closer[/b] I know but I'd rather see an old friend again rather than have a panic attack on a ship
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"That's good. You'll be with me to say goodbye." He says. [spoiler]my guy already told you that he was dead[/spoiler]
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So where exactly did he go? It seems like he wandered off into the desert or something found him [spoiler]I know but saying goodbye is theoretically seeing them[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]i know I was just reminding you.[/spoiler] "He was on that prison ship. They managed to catch him. He had killed a mafia boss, a man by the name of Garvo Brok, a human. They caught him as he shot the man dead in the heart." He says, as they approach the edge of the crater. You see the ship was massive, pieces scattered. Almost theatrically, his body lays in the middle of an open area.
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[b]He stops dead in his tracks and the cloak fades to blue[/b] It's so much harder seeing the body...I don't know how to feel or what to say now [b]He starts off walking toward the body then runs over dropping to his knees next to the corpse[/b]
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"He was a good man. He did what the law was too afraid to do: break their sacred rules in the name of justice. He was wrongfully killed." He says, setting up the rings, which extend to be 6ft torches, and he sticks them in the ground in a square, laying a gold tread around the perimeter of it.
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[b]His face wasn't visible underneath the hood but he could see something dripping[/b] Yeah..kill the man that does his job right [b]He reaches out to touch the body but quickly pulls away[/b] Would it be wrong to take a tooth for a memento?
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[b][i]He walks over to the body, and from his back, removes the sword on it. It's a katana, and as he unsheathed it, the blade is pitch black, the handle a bone white with red wrapping.[/i][/b] "This is his sword, Law-bringer. I'm sure he would be honoured for you to protect it. And no, it wouldn't be wrong. Where he's going he won't need it. We don't need his physical form after this anyways. Do you wonder why you've judged so few of our race? Our souls are not like yours. We can physically transfer them if the gods believe we do rightly. We get a feeling, an urge when this happens. That is what led me to him."
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Then from his fangs I shall make you a blade in return for his own [b]He reaches his right hand out and lays it on Akkar's chest[/b] I hope you forgive me for my brash actions and accept my friendship once again [b]He waves his hand over Akkar's face then turns his hand over, a single dang was in his palm then he places it in a pocket[/b]
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"You may want to step back. What I do next is... Unsavoury to most, and demonic to others." He says, pulling out a knife. "My fathers friend gave this dagger to him, and I use it now to store his soul, until a new host is found to bring him back." He says, and lights the torches. When all are lit, the flames turn black.
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[b]He jumps several feet away leaving glass in the spot he was standing[/b] Soul harvesting...I've attempted it but the souls usually rotted away in captivity
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[b][i]He walks to the centre, pulling about a piece of charcoal, and marking his body with runes. He speaks as he writes them[/i][/b] " Akaf fhen duran kha. Har raj jour afari. Ir hel hu ril." He says, then in English. "In death we part. We will meet again. In flesh, or steel." He says, jamming the dagger into his fore head, then heart, and finally the gut. He places the dagger on his chest, and you see a vial on the back of the dagger fill with a blue white mist.
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[b]He starts walking to what's left of the prison ship and sits in the shade of the wreckage[/b]
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[b][i]He unfolds a red cloth, covering Akkar with it, then lighting a match, as the body goes up in smoke.[/i][/b] "Fra ge hor ra, de fra ra hor ge" "From life unto death, and from death unto life."
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[b]He sighs and the cloak fades to a darker shade of blue[/b]
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[b][i]He sheaths the blade, and walks over.[/i][/b] "It is done. I will bring him back one day."
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[b]He simply nods before bringing his knees to his chest and resting his arms and head on them[/b]
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"This is the tradition of my people. No one likes it, but it is the only way to free our souls. He will return. You will see your friend again." He says, crouching down and putting his hand on your shoulder
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[b]The cloak practically burns from blue to a pretty pink, he gently rest his head against his hand and he notices the fabric of the cloak feels odd[/b]
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[b][i]He doesn't pay attention to it, comforting his fathers friend.[/i][/b] "I shall not forget you. If you need anything, I will be with you, and so will he." [spoiler]yes, Akkar coming back as a robot.[/spoiler]
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Never forget...never forget...I forgot about her [b]he wipes his face and hesitantly looks up before trying to hide his face, his blushing was the same color as his cloak indicating the cloak is probably able to display mood through color coding[/b] That was all right?
