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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/20/2016 8:01:13 PM
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"Don't look at me like that. Where's your buddy, the one that's good at dancing?"
English
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[b]A feminine voice speaks out to you.[/b] [i]"Here..."[/i] [b]Something sweeps you off your feet and attempts to pick you up. A woman, probably around 10 feet tall.[/b]
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"Oh, hey. I take it you don't want to dance with somehow that's... a little taller than half your height?" [b]Vio runs to the middle point between the Dancer and Vordt. She chews her bottom lip thoughtfully.[/b]
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[i]"You are going to die here. And no one can stop that."[/i] [b]Vordt lets out a roar, watching you and backing away. The Dancer begins to circle.[/b]
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[b]Vio closes her eyes tight, and concentrates. Vordt seems to disappear, and Vio opens her eyes again, walking up to the Dancer, holding her sword.[/b]
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[b]The Dancer lets out a soft chuckle. She starts circling you once more, her flaming blade lighting up the darkness.[/b]
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[b]Vio launches herself towards the Dancer, sword arm outstretches.[/b]
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[b]The Dancer begins to slash rapidly at Vio.[/b]
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[b]Vio falls on the floor, seemingly dead... Until her body fades away, revealing the cut up body of Vordt. Real Vio stands behind Dancer, sweating, and gasping for air.[/b]
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[i]"Heh. Very well..."[/i] [b]The Dancer begins circling once again.[/b]
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"Well, that was fun. You killed Vordt. I'm gonna go sit in the shade of this nice tree, for a moment. Don't burn it down, that would be [i]really[/i] rude." [b]Vio walks over to the tree, sits down, and falls asleep immediately.[/b]
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[b]The Damcer doesn't react. Instead of attacking, she figured that it was a trap...or was it?[/b]
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[b]Vio lets out a loud snore, and falls on the ground, face-first.[/b]
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[i]"Please stop."[/i] [b]The Dancer surveys the area, knowing it had to be a trap of some sort...[/b]
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"Cookies... cows... cow cookies...." [b]Vio mumbles in her sleep.[/b]
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[b]Infuriated, the Dancer begins walking in circles, as if waiting. [/b]
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[b]After about an hour and a half, Vio wakes up.[/b] "Oh, I'm not dead. Interesting. You're stupid, Dancer."
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[i]"Thanks. Apologizes for not murdering you, and preferring an actual fight... I rather watch you suffer anyway."[/i]
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"Oh, suffering is fun," [b]Vio yawns.[/b] "But I'm really not in the mood for that right now. I need to wake up, first, you see." [b]She stretches.[/b]
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[i]"Ugh. Fine."[/i]
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"Alright, I think I'm ready." [b]The fake Vio grins, and disappears. Real Vio is behind the Dancer, stabbing a sword right through the Dancer's spine.[/b]
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[b]She yells out, turning and swiping quickly.[/b]
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"Eh? You can still move with a sword in your spine? The hell? Hmmm. Must be because you're a "Dancer", although you really shouldn't be dancing with a broken spine...." [b]She trails off, rambling about health issues.[/b]
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[i]"I've been through worse, Vio..."[/i] [b]The Dancer suddenly reaches into the dirt, a darkness surrounding her hand. She retrieves a dark purple blade, now in her right hand.[/b]
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"Oy! How d'you know my name? Am I famous?" [b]Vio pulls her sword out, spinning a 360 to give the sword and her arm momentum, and the sword begins flying toward the Dancer's neck at a frightening speed.[/b]
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[b]Surprisingly, the Dancer dodges it with relative ease. She begins approaching you.[/b]
