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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/14/2016 11:55:11 PM
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(Very well)
~Dark thoughts enter your mind. Visions of what happened before, your parents, everything. You hear a deep, evil voice~
[i][u]I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU SKETCH. AND USING THIS, I WILL DESTROY YOU...[/u][/i]
~As the visions slightly clear, Ornstein stabs you straight in the chest~
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*He dodges the spear, lifts you up despite your size and throws you head first onto the ground.* "You can show me these images all. You. Want. It WON'T effect me. Do you know how I keep my past from haunting me and destroying me? I CHOOSE TO IGNORE THE MEANING. I TALK ABOUT MY PAST BUT I THINK ABOUT IT NOT AS MY PAST, BUT JUST AS WORDS. WORDS THAT COULD MEAN SOMETHING BUT I CHOOSE WHEN I WANT IT TO MEAN SOMETHING!!!!!!!!" *He punches you in the face repeatedly and then grabs your spear arm and proceeds to break it.*
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[u][i]Pathetic.[/i][/u] ~He grabs your throat with his left hand, and slams your head into the wall. Then, Ornstein throws you, and you splinter the wall behind you. He proceeds to pop his right arm back in place, and stares at you~
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*He is unfazed. He olds up one finger as if to ask for a break.* "Hold on... I just felt the wall crack behind me... Slam me into it again! In this state I can withstand hitting this wall at least ten more times." *He looks at it.* "It should only take about three more hits..."
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[i][u]Only ten more times. Good.[/u][/i]
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"Look... We are friends. There will be no killing each other here. Smash me only three times. If you try to do more I will retaliate."
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[i]Why are you wanting me to hit you?[/i]
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"Because you smashed me into the wall and it cracked. I looked and it should only take about three more hits and we're free, both of us equally beaten up except for one more than the other."
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... [i]Ok.[/i] [i]This might hurt...[/i] ~walks over to you~ [i]Are you sure that I can't just punch it down?[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/15/2016 1:47:16 AM"You need more weight behind it... I could always smash [i]you[/i] into the wall as an alternative..."
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[i](Sigh)[/i] [i]Yeah, use me. I think I'm more durable...[/i]
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"Are you sure?" *He hops from one foot to another.* "Like this I feel like I could wrestle a tree... [i][u][b]AND WIN.[/b][/u][/i]" *His eyes start to turn a little greenish and he winces slightly.* "On second thought... I think you might be better..." *He steps away from the wall and holds his sword like a baseball bat.* "Ready?"
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[i]Ready for being bashed through a wall![/i]
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*He swings his sword and you fly into the wall. The cracks on the wall grow bigger. He swings his sword again once you get back up and you go straight through.* "The fact that you way twice as much as me caused it to only take two hits..."
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[i]Oh, man, that's exciting! Let's get moving, before our good friend finds out...[/i]
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"Yeah." *He steps out of the garlic bread box and winces a little but keeps walking.*
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[i]I've got this bone that can get us back to the Dojo...it's an undead thing. Helps us get to what we consider home.[/i] ~hands you a Homeward Bone~ [i]Use it when you like, but I'm out. See ya.[/i]
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"Okay, thanks..." *He uses it.*
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~You feel a warm breeze around you as you are surrounded by embers. When they dissipate, you're right beside Ornstein in front of the Dojo~
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"I'm glad we're out of that mess..." *He clutches his stomach.* "Oookay... I'm going to go find some catnip so I can patch myself up without being in severe pain..."
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[i]Hehe...[/i] ~the darkness from earlier disappears, and Ornstein's cuts start showing again~ [i]Oh. That doesn't look good.[/i]
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*As he walks away.* "You are going to need to find yourself a doctor for that..."
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[i]This? I got it.[/i] -takes out a large, orange vial- Behold, the savior of all undead. Estus! -drinks some, and the wounds heal-
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"Huh... I wish that worked on me..." *He limps back to his box.*
