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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
9/22/2015 3:06:03 AM
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(viktor) *he calmy flips the palte heating the other side*
You practice an art i despise..... Few who practice that art are of trust
*he starts ahmering the steel shapening it*
English
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[b]Sithis seems unhappy abiut this[/b] "Woah woah woah, I did not ask fore these powers, they just came with this body. If I had my choice I would go with my old powers."
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(Viktor) Old powers? *he hamers into the shape of a Masamune* *he appers to e eehathign the blade with his own electricity instead of the oven*
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Yeah. They were infinite amounts of that lazer stuff you saw, and I could use fear powers in stronger ways.
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(Viktor) hose who manipulat Fear, are afraid themselves...... *he walks outside and aproaches a logn container with water* *he points the yet unfinished blade to the skies*
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Nah, im only afraid of Emily when she is angry.
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(Viktor) THats what many say..... *a Lightning stirkes down the blade without injuring VIktor* *he sumerges the blade without a single part been sumerged before the other one*
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So.....gonna trust me even a little bit yet?
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(Viktor) I dunno..... Your Aura speaks true, but your Shadow says otherwise..... *he starts making the grip of the masamune*
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Trust me, my shadow is a douche. He once made me kill a church filled with people while I was sleeping.
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(Viktor) *he stares at you while finishing the grip* Not the best thing to say..... *he palces the finished blade on a table, he then starts preparing the Hoslter*
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Hey, im trying to be truthful about myself here.
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(Viktor) I know....i can see Your Aura remember?.......*he sheathens the Masamune* I must now test my weapon
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Test it on me. *I stand*
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(Viktor) if you ask for so.... *he unsheathens his sword* *electricity stars flwoign as he makes a Perfect Katana Trust*
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*it hits me* Ow. *I seems to be holding back more words*
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*the blade stopped before hitting you, you where cut by the mere electrified wind* (VIktor) YOuve arned My trust....Sithis.... *he sheathens again* *he offers a handshake, without the glove a gruesome purplish/black scar rests on the center of his palm*
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*I shake his hand* Good. Now im tired so good night. *I fall backwards into a shadow and dissappear*
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rest well.... *well bandages his palm as he goes to his own room*
