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4/13/2015 10:32:08 PM
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*sits down on a bench in the courtyard, visibly weary and tired*
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*sits on bench next to you* *sigh* I remember when this place was just a small building where I tried to kill people...
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*laughs grimly* I remember when this was a small place where people tried to kill me. So much has changed, you know? I know I was the one that said change was inevitable but... It's just so much. Too many wars, and not enough fights if you see what I mean.
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*nods* Indeed. It seems that we've moved away from the original purpose of this place, instead creating havoc among other lands.. It has become too complex for me to keep track of...There are far to many people now...
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Tell me about it... Sometimes I wish I could press the reset button. To just, stop it. To go back to our dream... But like I said, change is inevitable. For better or for worse. *looks at you* You know... I've never fought you before. Only if you're up for it, but is it okay if we battle? Just to remember the good old days? I don't care if I win... I just want to remember.
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*stands up* Ready when you are. It's been a while since I've fought. For old-time's sake.
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[spoiler]Posted above. Just notifying.[/spoiler]
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[b]Argyle senses the Tired mind, and Manifests beside you[/b] "[i]God, I could smell you from a Few blocks away...[/i]"
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*without looking up* I wouldn't be surprised. Even if you didn't have that sense of smell, it becomes a habit of sensing another member's emotions. *sighs and looks straight ahead at me* Have I ever told you how much this place changed?
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"[i]No need....I can see it in your broken mind [u]Right[/u] now...[/i]"
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*ignores you reading my mind as you see images of my dojo memories within it* The invasions... My first battle... My rise... My fall... And through it all, I'm still here. Sometimes I wish I wasn't.
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"[i]Don't talk of that...How do you think I live? I killed myself twice...And somehow ended up back here. I came back with the hammering fist of Dredagon! You can do the same.[/i]"
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*looks at you with you suddenly* War... War never changes, does it? The fuel of hate, the drive of contempt. This was a place of honourable battle, not a rallying point for armies to go to war. I'm sorry... It's just that the past seems bright in darker times.
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"[i]War changes...Trust me, I only Go in war because my people need it. We...Aren't fortunate....[/i]" [b]His mask glows Redish and black[/b]
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Well... It had yet to change here my friend. *looks off into the distance* It has yet to change here.
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"[i]...Maybe We can change that.[/i]" [b]He Puts a hand on your shoulder, and points to a star[/b] "[i]See that star?[/i]"
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*looks at it* Yes.
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"[i]Picture you...As that star. You, Are a piece of the Musical of Mozart... Which is a part of history. Which is, the beggining of the horizon... That births the beggining Of a new Day... New sun New Life.[/i]"
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I guess... But that star represents something else. You see, the brightest stars burn out the fastest and die out faster than others... I feel as if I know my end is coming. Be it soon or be it later, the fact of the matter is unchanged. I will burn out eventually.
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"[i]And when you do...A new life is made. Perhaps you haven't seen...The heavens...[/i]"
