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6/23/2016 12:05:22 AM
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I want to see if you actually CAN fight a creature, not just run like usain bolt.
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... Ok, this was getting weird. "How the hell do you know this stuff, anyway? First it was Doom, now it's Usain Bolt. The hell are you even from, anyway?"
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I'm from Earth, just like you. South Jersey, to be exact
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Well, that sure was helpful. Not. I sighed. "Can we just get going, now? Please?"
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Yeah. We would have been gone by now, if I didn't have the decency to answer your questions. *Mortar looks around* Nonetheless, we aren't safe if we stay in one place too long
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"On that, at least, we agree," I said. "Your lead."
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Yeah, let's go. *Mortar walks through what appears to be a long hall, looking around or occasionally stopping because he thought he heard something*
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Well, either this guy was insane, or had way better hearing than me. Both were equally likely at this point. Still, nothing bothered us for a good while. The halls were quiet save for our footsteps. Except when they suddenly weren't. Mortar motioned for me to stop, but I had already heard it: more of that blasted chanting.
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Ah, shit. Well, this is really annoying. I mean, I will try to avoid it, but if shit goes down I gotta do what I gotta do. *Mortar holds his sword at the ready*
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"Maybe we should see if we can sneak past them first." I said, really hoping to avoid a fight. If push came to shove, I wasn't very confident in my skill with a knife.
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That's what I'm trying to do. Now stay quiet, follow me, and speak only when spoken to, okay? *Mortar takes an icy blue knife off his back and walks slowly, ready for an attack*
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Well, nothing for it. I kept close behind as we snuck around the cultists, doing my best to ignore the way their chanting made my head pound.
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*Mortar looks at you a moment, noticing that the headache is beginning to get to you. He hands you something small, it seems to be a strip of Trident gum. He signs to you* Chew, it helps.
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Screw it, why the hell not? I popped it in my mouth soundlessly. Minty.
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*Mortar nods as he silently looks around a corner, his knife emitting a cold mist*
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Ignore the chanting, focus on the flavor and the weird ass knife and whyisheactinglikehe'sabouttokillsomeone-
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*He turns to you and whispers loud enough to just hear each word clearly* On my word, we go. If we are seen, avoid eye contact and leave the killing to me.
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I nodded to him, preparing to make a break for it if need be.
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*Mortar slowly turns the corner, ready for anything, especially the damn cultists who were annoying him to the point where he would have just walked up and kill one himself*
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I waited for any kind of signal from Mortar. He obviously knew far more about this than I did.
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*He holds up his arm. Basically meaning stop. He turns back to you and whispers again* Stay here, I'll be right back, trying to find an alternate exit, because the only one I see is with those cultists there. *Around the corner are three cultists doing their STUPID CHANT. A strange sound can be heard, and as you turn back, Mortar is gone, nowhere in sight.*
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At this point, I realized the point of the gum was to calm my nerves and give me something to focus on. Convenient, in that without Mortar, I was feeling very, very exposed. Thus, as quietly as I could, I began chewing like a maniac.
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 6/24/2016 1:32:48 PM*True, it was to calm your nerves and give you something to think of, but it was hard to think of anything else when you heard a pair of heavy footsteps farther down the hall as well as a strange breathing like sound. As they get closer, two voices can be heard* *One seemed to be a deeper, more grave voice* [i]Come on, he disappeared again? We just had him.[/i] *Another seemed higher and seemed like it didn't come from something human* [b]He does this all the time, and what's with this damn chanting? It's hurting my ears![/b] [i]I don't know, but something tells me we shouldn't find out.[/i] [b]I dunno, Maybe this guy knows. HEY YOU![/b]
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... Seriously, FÜCK my life. Hesitantly, I came out from hiding. Just from the sounds of those footsteps, I could tell these guys could rip me apart. "Y-yes?" I said, silently cursing myself for stuttering. Again, though, I think my terror was entirely justified. Remembering the knife in my had, I quickly threw it to the side. It wasn't gonna do me much good anyway, and it looked like the only way out of this was to be as non-threatening as possible.
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*the figures you see don't exactly look human. One of which is a little over six feet tall and has a hood covering his face, no flesh seems exposed. He has a wicked crossbow on his back. As for the other figure, he does not exactly look hostile, but that's probably because he is a cat. An orange cat with orange eagle wings, and he is standing on the first figure, his hind paws on his shoulder, the front paws on his head* [b]Yeah, you there![/b] *That voice came from the cat* [b]You wouldn't happen to know where a thin guy with crimson eyes went, do you? He was right here before he disappeared.[/b] [i]Come on, Mion, he's not gonna know that guy. If anything...[/i] *The first figure notices the knife* [i]He gave that to you, didn't he?[/i]
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"You have a... fück it, nevermind. Are you two talking about Mortar? Crazy bastard, uses a weird green-flaming sword?"
