[b]Dante takes the estoc and retrieves the tear with its point.[/b]
And the blessing of the lord, from whom all gods descend...
[b]The crystal, lying on the marble floor is impaled by the sword, as if it was not a fragile object, but a malleable piece of skin. The Princess steps down from the throne, her hands glowing an aura so vastly bright. She makes a sign in the air; magic holding luminous sparks in place wherever she drags her subtle hand.
The ground comes alive as purple fire erupts from the crystal, forming the silhouette of a familiar woman. The fire envelops the hilt of the sword, then recedes, uncovering the silky hand that once owned the blade.
As the fires subside, a prostrate figure is kneeling on one knee, her hand gripping the sword. Her skin is cold and lifeless: the body is but a husk.[/b]
...we welcome our sister, [i]home once again.[/i]
[b]Dante turns to you.[/b]
You have one final task: breathe life into this stillborn conception.
Speak to her.
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[spoiler]Mmm, putting in the effort to put it in. I like her already. Confucius says, "Get in bed with your enemy, and the war is yours already." It was either him, or the monk who named his dick the Holy Thunder Dragon or something like that.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Kinda Red: 7/3/2015 1:30:03 AM[b] [/b]
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[spoiler]"Handy with whatever tool you can provide" "Whatever tool you can provide" [b]"Whatever tool"[/b] You have such a way with words.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]She whispered it too kek[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, Hecate is gonna be someone fun to dick around with. Oh wait. June's alive again. THAT'S gonna be a fun reunion if she still has her memories.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's blurry[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Still[/spoiler] [spoiler]Hecate[/spoiler] [spoiler]Handling my tools[/spoiler] [spoiler] ╭☞( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)╭☞ \ . .\ \ \ / ╰U╯\[/spoiler]