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Edited by Chesh I Guess:
12/28/2015 9:00:13 PM
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[b]Anumi wakes up, dangling by a leg from a large tree. She glances around at the scene in front of her... It's dark and cold. She's alone though, just... Well, she doesn't know where. Her head is bleeding and her skin has several deep cuts along it. Tears well up in her eyes as something crawls from the shadows towards her, a grin on its face.[/b]
[i]"Where are your heroes now? Your gods? Your friends? They are gone... All gone... My... If only Damien could see this... I would love to hear spew stupid and then die trying to commit... And Val? She's dead... Killed her... And Caldon... Well... He's dead... And the rest... I killed them all... Don't you see? After you... I'm all that's left..."[/i]
[b]Malform sits down, wide eyed at his work. The rag in Anumi's mouth keeps her from screaming. The tears flow freely now. This is it. Death. She knows Malform. To him, it's just a game gone to far. But he enjoys it. This wasn't Lucien anymore.[/b]
[i]"Dearest girl... Gentle woman... How sad it must be to see your end... Right before your eyes..."[/i]
[b]Malform pulls out a sharpened rock and approaches Anumi. He slowly pushes it into her stomach. His smile seems to encapsulate his face.[/b]
[i]"Farewell..."[/i]
[b]He leaves her, dangling... Slowly bleeding out...[/b]
[spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]
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[b]She's lost a lot of blood, and she is unconscious from the pain. But it seems treatable.[/b]
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"Well, sure as shit can't say I ain't nice" [b]he says, and he... Licks the blood, to see what the blood type is[/b]
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[b]Strangely enough, it doesn't taste like blood. It's warm and has the same consistency, but it's almost... Sweet.[/b]
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[b]He tastes it again, seeing exactly what it is[/b]
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[b]It doesn't seem to be human blood. Anumi is much more than what's on the surface. But it seems to be just important... She has certainly lost a lot of it.[/b]
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"God damn it, time to wake the lass up" [b]he says, and he tries to shake her awake[/b]
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[b]She shivers and twitches but doesn't move otherwise. Darkness has enveloped her as her blood flow and nervous system have broken down.[/b]
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"Ah fūck this" [b]he says, and he jumps out of his body as a ghost and enters her mind[/b]
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[b]Its blank. Empty. Except for a small white cat. It's eyes a bright yellow.[/b]
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[b]He slowly approaches it, him only with a black cloak over black military fatigues, and his 2 revolvers at his sides, [i]Diamond and Saplhire[/i][/b]
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[b]A strange grin spreads across its face. A voice echoes in the white space.[/b] [i]"How'd something so one dimensional as yourself get in here? The perpendiculars weren't yet aligned into the transversal."[/i]
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"I'm technically a ghost, just possessing my corpse. So, I jumped in here."
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[i]"Begone... You have doomed this girl already many times over. What more do you want...?"[/i]
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"How have I doomed her exactly?"
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[b]The cat flicks his tail and the whiteness dissolves into a green forest. It's Corra. A man with outstretched arms stands before him. It's form stuck in motionless time.[/b] [i]"This man... Is a friend... Watch for him..."[/i] [b]The forest disappears into blackness and the cat seemingly melts into the forming blackness. The smell of ink and tar fills the scene, leaving nothing but emptiness.[/b]
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"This shit again?! Well, anyone mind popping out and telling me how the hell to get it out?!"
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[b]Something appears in the center next to the door. It looks like pieces of strange armor, decorated in beautiful colors. The door seems to be an exit. [/b]
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[b]Not requiring an exit, he still goes through, for shits and giggles[/b]
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[b]Outside, Anumi is still unconscious, but some color has returned to her face.[/b]
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"Well, least she's alive" [b]he says, repossessing himself[/b]
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[b]Her eyes flutter open. And she stares at the void of the place.[/b]
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"Welcome to the void, a place devoid of any life, or any death. It's existence in its purest form, a place where time is meaningless, and everything all at once" [b]he says, floating above her[/b]
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[b]She blinks slowly and moves a hand to her wound. She feels it and winces. She tries to talk but gives up in exhaustion.[/b]
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"Don't worry, in this place I can transfer life forces to you" [b]he says, and he summons a minion of darkness, transferring its life force to you, enabling you to speak without feeling pain. [/b]"go on"
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[i][u]"Why do you have this 'place'?"[/u][/i]
