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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
2/10/2016 7:18:41 PM
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[i]I shot up, sliding out of the bed and onto the floor, I bring my had down towards my revolver.[/i]
Where the hell are you....
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/10/2016 11:20:59 PM[b]The door creeks open a bit from the breeze. You hear a smash the floor below you[/b]
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[i]I immediately disappear, reappearing in the floor below me, my revolver drawn, a round chambered. [/i]
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[b]There is a shattered bottle of vodka. And a bed filled with five...very loosely dressed women.... Steam comes out of a nearby door. You hear humming.[/b]
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[i]I shrug off the women, ignoring them completely. Though she was dead, I still wore the ring. It seemed to slightly tighten on my finger as I walk towards the door, not opening it in fear of a... Risqué Sight[/i]
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[b]More humming is heard. The ladies continue to sleep. Your stomach hurts.[/b]
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[i]I ignore the hunger, awaiting answers. Good could wait. [/i] Listen here you son of a bitch, you want to Roofie my drink? Alright then.
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[b]Its not hunger....[/b] [b]You hear a voice behind the door[/b] Oh! Shit! Your up!? Give me sec? Will ya?! [b]The shower turns off.[/b]
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[i]I shrug, walking over and sitting at the base of the steps, drawing my knife and sharpening it on the whetstone built into my pant leg. [/i]
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[b]He walks out with a towel around his waste. His hat is still on though...[/b] Ah! There you arrrrre! Pal! Buddy! How's it going?
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[i]I stand up, rocketing over to you, my hand shooting to your throat. My hand is an iron clamp. Even though you are a simple deity, my hand still makes contact. Black darkness energy seeps out of my eyes, my voice is demonic in nature. [/i] [b][i][u]TELL ME WHERE THE HELL I AM RIGHT JOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL -blam!-ING EXECRATE YOU. [/u][/i][/b]
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[b]Your stomach Reals in pain as you Do so.[/b] [b]The deity grabs you arm. Twists it. And smashes your face up against the wall. He puts his elbow up against your arm and slowly pushes. You feel the pressure...he could break your arm.[/b] Alright Niagra. TIME TO CALM DOWN. Alright? [b]His force is unlike anything you've seen.[/b] You wouldn't wanna deal with another bad guy would you? Come on..,we have a good thing going....
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[i]I stand up. [/i] Listen, whatever the hell you are, Tell me where I am, right now. Because I've even kidnapped, Beaten, attempted sexually assaulted DON'T ASK.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/12/2016 2:50:58 AMSexually assaulted? Isn't that just surprise Sex? Never mind... We! Are at an inn up in the eastern mountains! You said you wanted to go here so...I took you.
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I didn't want to go anywhere, last I checked.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/12/2016 3:17:53 AMWhat? You got like...TOTTALY wasted after the first couple drinks! You said you wanted to... ...HAAAAAAAA. Ya your right. I just took you here because we had to get away from the dojo for a bit. [b]Your Chest painfully hurts [/b]
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And why, exactly, did we need to leave the dojo?
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So I could guarantee our new partnership!
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Partnership... In what?
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Hmm? Oh. Well I'm not ENTIRELY sure yet but.., I'll improvise. All you gotta know, is that ITS GUNNA BE BIG! And it's gunna be fun!
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You are such a -blam!-ing scatterbrain, aren't you? First, you stumble upon me then decide we need to go to a bar, then you spike my drink and take me to the -blam!-ing mountains, and, for some estranged reason, my stomach feels like I'm slowly having a knife dug into it and twisted around, and trust me, I know from experience.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 2/12/2016 5:00:57 PMHmm? Oh. Ya. About that. There is TOTALLY a bomb in your chest.
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[i]I step back, immediately drawing my revolver. [/i] Remove it. Now.
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What? Ha! I can't do that! It would blow you to shit! Friends have eachothers back right?
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You are the Sonuvabitch that put it in there, why?
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Hmm? Oh just some insurance for the future. You seem on edge a lot, think of this as me making the decisions for you! It's a load off right?
