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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/12/2016 1:18:40 AM
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[b]"...NO..."[/b] [i]For at that moment, a figure had arrived at the Dojo gates, staring eerily at the Nameless King. It had a feminine posture, extremely thin yet standing straight and tall, her height 5'9. Her entire body was hidden away by a fortified suit of steel, ceramic, kevlar, and carbon, the red and ash colored grey fabric burnt. Her head was hidden away by a metallic knightess helm, visor lowered at the moment. She held out her hand, and a coiled greatsword formed within it, the blade of the weapon igniting in flames. She spoke, and it became clear of who she was.[/i] "King. Son of Gwyn, Master of Ornstein. Let us end this." [i]Anri. Unable to speak out of an apparent fear for the knightess, the Nameless King backed away, his grip tightening on his weapon as he did so.[/i]
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[u][b]You're not going anywhere.[/b][/u] *The king finds himself surrounded in an orange glow again, unable to move as he is carried closer to Anri. Sketch and Sapphire just stare at her, their jaws hanging open.*
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[b]"NO! RELEASE ME, YOU FOOLS!"[/b] [i]Anri suddenly started to pick up her pace, the sword in her hand suddenly flashing brightly and appearing as a 6'7 long coiled lance, the tip molten. She placed both hands on what could be considered its handle, or grip, and raised it to where the tip as pointed at the King's heart. She began a charge, putting all of her strength into one colossal blow to the god.[/i]
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*Vorim keeps him from moving, making sure she can kill him immediately.*
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Edited by Orn: 9/12/2016 1:45:23 AM[i]Letting out a slight roar of rage, Anri slammed the end of the lance straight into the Nameless King's chest, busting through the bubble and breaking the armor that he had worn, the tip protruding from the god's back. Both were sent breaking through the orange ball, the Nameless King hurtling to the ground with a loud thud. He twitched for a moment, raising his left hand before going completely limp. An orange light surrounded his body, a bright orange gas rising up from the King's corpse and swirling around Anri, before fading away. It was over. The King was dead. Pulling her lance out of his chest, Anri looked back at the three, or four, if you counted what remained of Garry, only only nodded.[/i] "...Well. It's good to be back." [i]She sounded older, maybe in her mid thirties, yet also fairly serious as well.[/i]
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"Anri!" *Sketch runs up and hugs her.*
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[i]Surprised, Anri only chuckled lightly as she hugged Sketch back. Although she felt skinnier, she still weighed the same, it seemed.[/i] "Hey, Sketch. I missed you, pal. Really."
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"I missed you too." *He pulls away.* "Are you skinnier? You should probably take off that helmet since you don't really need it now."
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"I, uh...no, that's not necessary." [i]Something was off about Anri. She turned away, cleaning off the end of her coiled lance.[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 9/12/2016 2:00:36 AM"Nonsense! We haven't seen each other in such a long time!" *Sketch pulls her helmet off before she can react.*
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"DAMNIT, NO!!" [i]Anri immediately turned away from Sketch, the lance in her hand suddenly becoming a fragment of a coiled sword as she covered her face with both hands childishly, although the back of her head could still be seen. Her dirty blonde hair was a mess, covering her ears and all. The armor she wore covered the back of her neck, odd enough. Something was wrong. Evident by the fact that Anri had began sprinting away from Sketch, of all people, still covering her face.[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 9/12/2016 2:06:39 AM"Hey! What's wrong?! Come back!" *Sketch quickly catches up to her and tackles her, moving her hands out of the way so he can see her face.*
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[i]Anri's face was...well...disturbing. Her once smooth, tan skin was rough and weathered, skin beginning to literally rot. Her eyes had turned a murky, colorless shade, yet in the center were two slight emerald pupils, though they were faint. Anri pushed Sketch off, curling up in a ball as she suddenly lowered her head.[/i] "I-I'm a H-Hollow...a-a monster..."
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"A-Anri... You're not a monster..." *Sketch's mood has suddenly changed from happy to upset and concerned with a hint of fear.* "How did this h-happen? Tell me."
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"I...A-After we left...Yuria took me and...trained me...m-made me this way...I had to kill people...[i]innocents[/i]...just so I could stay sane... T-Then she made me take the First F-Flame and..." [i]Anri went silent, quietly sobbing in her hands.[/i]
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"She... She did this to you??? I... I...... I......... I'm going to kill her... Anri, I'm not one for revenge but that slimy w#%&$ is going to die. And it's going to be painful. But is there any way we can fix this? You talked about staying sane... Is... Is your mind going too?"
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"M-Murder is an option, but...I hate killing people...it r-requires me to take their souls, too... I...I don't know...there's another path, but..." [i]Anri went silent, still crying.[/i]
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"And I'm sure you don't like killing, especially after what you've through. But if deserves it, it's Yuria. She did this to you and I am not going to let her live for it. But what's the other path?"
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"The o-other path? There's...this thing. Called the Throne of Want. It can cure hollowing. Forever. O-Or we could get a Fire Keeper soul. T-Then I might be able to cure it... I don't know, really..."
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"What do we have to do for either of those?"
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"Throne of Want is...complicated. As for the soul...probably murder. Or we'd just have to locate one."
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"Might it work with Yuria?"
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"She's not a Firekeeper...so no. B-But we can use her humanity still... Look, I...I don't want to kill Yuria...I don't want anyone to die. I'd rather suffer like this instead of having someone be killed. Even if that's Yuria..." [i]Anri slowly rose up, wiping tears off of her ragged face as she sighed heavily.[/i]
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"Anri... She took your sanity and made you like this... People like her make me sick and I don't want you to suffer. You don't deserve to suffer."
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"It's fine, Sketch...I'll just have to hope that I don't get killed anytime soon, because if I do..." [i]Anri shakes at the thought of going fully Hollow, sighing heavily.[/i]
