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5/14/2015 8:35:52 PM
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*I wait in the forest clearing once more, resting silently on my wheelchair*
[spoiler]Waiting for either Blackjack or Shark specifically... But anyone can reply.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Also, I think The Reborn Dojo would be a fitting name.[/spoiler]
English
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Don't know where he is, who he is, or how he is. Happy?
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You waste my time crippled one! *my fists are engulfed in flames*
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......I take it your new around here?
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*scorpion looks at you * Yes...
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Then you should know that this guy? Put the fire...in pyromaniac.
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Intresting...
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*Slowly walks over*
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I'm guessing you already feel it. The sorrow burrowing beneath you... *I turn myself to face you, and you already hear the cracking of bones as hot ash churns through my body*
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*Nods slowly*
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Well then. Do you know what oath I took as soon as people realized it was me in this... Damned wheelchair? *on the last few words, my tone sounds greatly pained as more bone cracking ensues*
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*He nods*
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Then you already know... One of the only times I'll ever stand up and endure the pain is when I am to prove a point- *I jump from my wheelchair, pulling [b]Edgefire[/b] in its sheath from my backpack and keeping it at my waist, eastern swordsman style* -so are you ready to see to that point, Oliver?
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*He nods and grasps dusk from its sheathe*
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*some runes on the mechanical sheath glow a bright cobalt blue as I grasp the handle* Demon, king, lord, god. In the end, it doesn't matter... For all can only do so much. *thrusting my hand out, a torrent of ash bursts from my wrists and neck and forms in spears that impale themselves in the ground around us* *I run up to a spear and pick it up, throwing it at you*
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*I attempt to duck below the spear and grab at the area where SinBearer is*
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Show me your inner demon, boy. Show me your Sorrow. *running forward once more, I pick up another spear and throw it low as you reach for Sinbearer, trying to stop you* *I pick up two spears and run at you with them, but all begin dissolving into ash very slowly*
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*The first spear hits me in the hand as I wince it pain before my body sets alight in purple flame*
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That's it... Prove my point for me. *the ash spears dissolve into a flurry of cinders, but one in my right hand morphs into a thin dagger akin to a stiletto* *I resume my attack on you, disregarding the new flames, and my whole body begins emitting a strange smoke almost as if it was made of it*
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*I roll away, as I begin to twitch*
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Better release Incendiare quick, Oliver. Show me your Sorrow, and I will show you my Pain. *I dash back and throw the knife at you*
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*A sudden gust of flame pushes it back as my form is completely consumed in purple flame, my form seemingly shifting* "[i]Why do you call me puny one....[/i]
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*the runes on my sheath glow brighter, giving off the illusory light of blue flames* Almost there... Incendiare, Dragon of Sorrow. What are you, exactly? *I form an ash spear in my hand and throw it at your flaming form*
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"[i]The one who suffers... The one who hates this cruel world and wants it to burn[/i]" *The figure dashes to the right of the spear, and continues growing*
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Sorrow. The possible byproduct of Pain, the possible byproduct of many other Sins. Tell me then, Incendiare, are you powerful? *the runes glow for one last time as I grasp the handle near my waist, prepared to draw my katana*
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"[i]I don't claim what I am unsure of..[/i]" [b]Watches carefully[/b]
