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5/24/2016 12:40:20 AM
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[b][i]Awakening[/i][/b]
Monica shot awake. She was covered in sweat, her combat suit still on. On her left hand was an eye... Much like her uncle. Where was she?
"H...Hi?"
She calls out. She was shaking. Her vision was shaky. She stands, supporting herself on the rock wall. She was in... What felt like a ship...
Why was she here? What... What happened? Last thing she remembered she was sleeping in her bed... And then... She was here. She exited the room cautiously, looking at her surroundings.
"H-Hello?"
She calls out. She was lost... On a probably massive ship.
[spoiler]Shad[/spoiler]
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He laughs a bit. Her laughter was definitely contagious. He walks down the corridor, holding her safely. He was strong, she could tell, since he wasn't flinching at all. He smiled, looking ahead. "I bet it isn't often you get carried to safety by lizard men in armour on board a rusty old ship, is it?"
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"Ah, yes. Brothers. I have one, believe me if I got the brains out of the equation, it's because he got the brawn. Dumb as a sack of rocks, but the man could damn well lift a bloody mountain." He smiles. "Love that boy. Anyone else close to you? Uncle, Aunt, ..?"
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"Cute couple, eh? Lucky pair, it sounds." He smiles. "I don't have any other family except for my brother. Even then, I still don't know where the fool is. Hopefully around someone smarter than him that'll tell him what to do." He chuckles. "Shouldn't be much farther now."
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As they approach the outskirts of the base, they are intercepted by a patrol of Tempestus Scions, of the 7th Baltic Manticores regiment. [i]"You there! Stop!"[/i] "Please, sirs, she is wounded. She needs medical attention quickly. I have done my possible for her wounds, but she might be suffering from internal bleeding."
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The turquoise-armoured soldiers glanced quickly at each other, then back to the two of them. [i]"Follow us. Quickly."[/i] They turn back, beginning to sprint back towards their camp. Tulleesh follows them at their pace, not slowed down in the least by Monica's weight. In his eyes was a focused, caring look. She could tell that in this moment, her safety was what mattered to him.
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He could feel her shaking. He could feel her fear. He looked into her eyes. "Look at me, Monica. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." He was confident. He was comforting as well. Since she was so close to him, she could smell him. He smelled of nature, the sweet musk of the fresh, pure air flowing through the foliage of the trees. He smelled of the spring flowers dancing through the grass, filling the air with their sweet perfumes. He smelled... serene.
