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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/22/2016 3:55:18 PM
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*At the massive gates of the Dojo, a familiar face waits. Thin, 5'10". But the one thing that makes him known are his blazing crimson eyes. He's looking at something on his PST, as if he's face timing someone*
Man: Come on, Cyan, why'd you guys leave?
Cyan: The place is dying, and you know this.
Man: Yeah I do but that doesn't mean I have to leave.
Cyan: If you wanna stay, stay. And if the place gets better, we may join back. But for now I need to give the Exiled a better life.
Man: Fine. But don't expect a big gift on your birthday.
Cyan: I never do, and you do it anyway.
Man: Because I love my sister, okay?
*Before she can respond he hangs up and puts the PST in his pocket*
English
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*Sketch peaks over the Dojo wall and looks at the man. He seems somewhat unhappy.* "Who are you supposed... Supposed to... MORTAR?!?!?!?!?!" *His ears suddenly perk up and he smiles.* "IS IT REALLY YOU?!?!?!?!?!"
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*He looks up to you* Sketch! Am I glad to see you! *He runs up to the wall, scaling it and landing next to you*
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*He suddenly grabs Mortar, hugging him.*
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*Mortar hugs him back, harder than he normally would hug someone* It's great to be back, Sketch.
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*He eventually steps away.* "H-How???"
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*His face becomes more solemn* You remember Wit, right?
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"Um, yes."
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Well, after Cyan, Wit, Crossbow, Mion, Carl and all those guys I didn't know left they went on a mission to save me. Apparently Tubbs let two people take my body so they needed to take that back, then they went to the Underworld to retrieve my soul. Wit... *Mortar is silent a moment, taking another breath* Wit sacrificed his soul so my father could release mine. After that I revived as I normally do, in that grotesque way, kinda weird to do it in a vaccum sealed glass box. And... Now I'm here.
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"I'm sorry Mortar..."
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No, it's fine. *Mortar cheers up a little and smiles* So what's been going on with you? What's that around your neck?
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"It... It's a collar... I can't fight anymore... I can't even think about hurting someone without it choking me..." *His ears droop down and his eyes turn purple.*
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Ooh, that sounds awful. You can't fight anyone? At all?? That sounds awful. *He puts a hand on your shoulder* Is there any way I can help?
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"I don't know..." *He looks down.*
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Wait, you have your sniper, right? So you can indirectly fight? Like a loophole or something?
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"If I even think about hurting someone it will choke me..."
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Oh, okay... That's awful. Who did this to you?
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"Do you remember W-William?"
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That tool? Yeah I remember him. Tried to take him though he's more of a monstrosity than you'll ever be
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"Huh?"
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You were saying?
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"Well he came back and tried to take me again and he put this collar on me."
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He did it again? Oh, COME ON
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"Yeah..." *He looks down.*
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It's okay. We'll find him, he will die.
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"I hope- ACK!" *The collar tightens around his neck.*
