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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/21/2016 12:27:28 AM
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[i]The right arm of JT simply became an actual hand once more as he sprinted to Vordt's corpse. He made an attempt to pry it from his finger, as he gripped the ring tightly. [/i]
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[i]"No!"[/i] [b]The Dancer quickly grabs you, throwing you from Vordt's corpse before you get the ring. Her tone is more nervous. Merciful, really.[/b]
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[b]Before you can it off? M, the Dancer throws you away from Vordt's corpse.[/b] [i]"No...don't suffer the same fate as I have..."[/i] [b]For once, she sounds...merciful.[/b]
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[i]JT stood from the cold ground and deactivated his drill arm, as he stares to the Dancer with curiosity. He had never known her to be a merciful woman, not once. [/i]
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[i]"Please...don't ta-"[/i] [b]Whatever had made her merciful had simply left suddenly, as she went from a peaceful, almost elegant posture to a combat stance, gripping on her flaming blade in fury. The ring on her right hand glows a little...[/b]
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[i]...Which was an abnormality that Tag Sight had picked up on. JT didn't pull anything ordinary from his duster, rather he pulled a Jagdkommando TriDagger, and a combat knife. The Jag in his left, Combat in the right. Plan was to either stab the finger off or chop it, but he would have to get real tricky to do it. [/i]
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[b]The Dancer then slammed her right hand into the ground, darkness swirling around it. From there, she pulled a black blade from the dark. It appears that she's going all out now.[/b]
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"Oh for -blam!- sakes dude." [i]JT sighed to himself, as his mechanical arm threw the Jagdkommando directly towards the woman' aiming for the hand she held her weapon in. [/i]
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[b]The Dancer dodges the weapon, though it does slightly skin her arm a little. She begins circling.[/b]
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[i]JT started to slowly walk towards The Dancer, feeling a pang of sorrow in his gut for her. [/i]
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[b]The Dancer suddenly attacks, randomly slashing viciously at JT's chest. Concerning the properties of the weapons, they could slice through metal like butter.[/b]
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[i]JT ducked under the Dancer, though on his way up he may have accidentally hit the weapon with his arm, at least the back. The problems caused by that may have been big. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 7/21/2016 1:51:42 AM[b]Since is wasn't as sharp there, not much damage would actually be caused, other than slight burns. The Dancer quickly backs away, slashing at you again, just as viciously and quickly as before. This time, she's going for your legs, as if trying to trip you.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal jumped over the blade of the Dancer, and threw his combat knife downwards and directly at the ring finger, accounting for lead and all. [/i]
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[b]The finger is sliced off completely. Instantly the Dancer yells, pushing you away. Suddenly...something starts to occur. The screams of pain that the Dancer let out were magnified, as her bones began to crack. Her entire body was shrinking, but in a more gruesome, painful way. Several seconds later, she was fairly human-sized, normal, and crying. Not because of defeat. But because of what she had gone through in that form. The Dancer dropped her weapons, lied on the ground and began sobbing.[/b] [b]Something was different, however. It was noticed when she decided to look up at JT. Not with a face of hatred or madness, but of sadness. Not fear, just gloomy. She started to cry again.[/b]
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"Oh... Shit..." [i]The Marshal said to himself as he walked towards the woman, slowly drawing his revolver as a backup plan. He crouched beside the injured female, grabbed the ring in his left hand, but never put it on. Frodo part two over here was planning to destroy that shit. [/i]
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[b]Good man, Frodo. The Dancer started to speak.[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn made me...turned me into... Oh no... I'm so sorry...[/i] [i]I'm so sorry..."[/i] [b]The Dancer started to cry again. She doesn't even react to the fact that JT has a gun in his hand.[/b]
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[i]JT felt sorrowful for the woman on the ground. He pocketed the ring, grabbed the other, and returned to the woman. [/i]"What is your name, Dancer?"
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[i]"A...Adella... Sulyvahn, he...he took me...oh god..."[/i] [b]She starts crying again. It may be good to discuss this "Sulyvahn".[/b] [spoiler]Just so you know, Suly's dead. But before he died, he personally sent these two to the Dojo, after figuring out that you and Kross, Royal's character, was coming along to kill him and Aldrich.[/spoiler]
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[i]JT crouched beside Adella and holstered his revolver once more, a look of concern on his face. [/i]"Who is Sulyvahn?"
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[b]She suddenly looks much more stern. Serious, though still crying.[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn was a high-ranking official back in Irithyll...he betrayed the rest of the government...killed them all off. Then he...he took me from my family and...oh god... He turned me into a...a monster... For all I know...he's dead now... He did the same to Vordt and others...then shipped us off to attack your group... I remember you, Y'know... I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."[/i]
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"Shhh, shhh... It's okay, Adella, it's alright. You did what you were forced to do."
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[i]"...Okay. Okay..."[/i] [b]She looks over at Vordt's corpse, shaking her head.[/b] [i]"I hope he's in a better place now...he was kind to everyone...and I mean everyone..."[/i]
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"He is, and I can safely say that with all the certainty in the world." [i]JT planned to originally just run Adella through and be done with it, but he was no monster, he had no reason to kill the woman anymore. So he wouldn't even make an attempt to harm her now. [/i]
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[i]"I can only hope.."[/i] [b]She's silent, until...[/b] [i]"Would it be best...if I leave? It's...incredibly selfish, I know, after all of this. But...I don't expect the people that lived here to take kindly to the girl that destroyed this place..."[/i]
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[i]JT pondered the question for the briefest of moments. But, he figured he could make this entire scenario work out in his favour, so he spoke up. [/i]"You have any place to go?"
