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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/30/2016 8:58:37 PM
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[b]Damien's chest heaved slightly with harsh breaths, something he had grown accustomed to as the build up of chemicals in his lungs tore away at the metal.[/b]
[b]He looked rigid like stone, out like a light... A insane light without an arm.[/b]
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[i] Lance sipped at his coffee, trotting over to Damien's unconscious form under the cherry blossom tree. Lance shuddered at the pink petals, his last memory of cherry blossoms, not a pleasant one. Lance eventually walked right over to Damien, his shadow casting across Damien's face while Lance curiously waited to see if he'd wake up. [/i]
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[b]Damien eventually opened one eye, its yellow glare reflecting the sun as it peeled over to Lance. It stared at him for a moment before widening to a huge pool of black, absorbing his entire iris. It was like staring into the actual void of space.[/b] [i]"You like Starbucks...?"[/i] [b]Damien asked, looking at the coffee bizarrely. He was quiet... Strangely quiet... He gave off an unnerving aura as his eye began to retract to its normal look.[/b]
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"I blame my teenage daughter." [i] He said plainly, plopping down a few feet from Damien and resting his elbows on his knees. [/i] "I brought a peace offering/apology gift." [i] With a wave of his hand, he tossed a bottle of cinnamon whiskey at Damien, a reddish brown liquid with golden flakes floating around in it.[/i] "I don't know if you're a day time drinker or not. Probably are."
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[b]Damien caught the bottle with his one good arm, pulling back his hood and looking at the bottle closely.[/b] [i]"Hey... No hard feelings... You gotta do what you gotta do."[/i] [b]He remarked, resting the bottle on his chest as he attempted to rub his open eye... Only for his hand to pull away quickly.[/b] [i]"Damn this heat..."[/i] [b]He grumbled, peeling himself from his coat, his metal plating peeling back and revealing his thin frame. A deep V shape rippled down his back, a common muscle pattern for a swimmer, as he sat up.[/b] [i]"So... You have kids too? You might have told me once... But I generally forget these things."[/i]
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"Maybe. Yeah, a girl and a boy. Ashley and Jonathan." [i] He said with a half smile, eyeing Damien's missing arm.[/i] "You know, life tends to be easier with four limbs and not three."
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[i]"It's... A work in progress."[/i] [b]Damien responds, poking his bandaged stump. Some project.[/b] [i]"It'll make sense later... Once I finish."[/i]
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"Uh huh.." [i] Lance said with a nod, running a hand through his air. [/i] "Found any of the riff raff around here interesting?"
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[i]"Some of it. There's some interesting faces here and there... But it all blends together."[/i] [b]Damien closes his eye once more, hand still on the stump. Pressure felt good to the wound... Mostly.[/b] [i]"Some familiar faces around though. JT... Mallana... Sawyer... Oriental white man."[/i]
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"Can't say I can call Lana familiar. Met her one time, her and her friend Seth. JT though I beat to get in here." [i] He said with a smirk. JT was like a bulldog who lived with a bunch of pit bulls. Didn't think much of himself, but was still hard headed as all hell. [/i]
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[i]"She's sweet. Seth pisses me off though. Dude can be a real bitch. It's whatever."[/i] [b]Damien suddenly opens his eyes and gives Lance a hard look.[/b] [i]"You know... She was friends with Annibelle back at the Mourne Care Center..."[/i] [b]Damien muses, eyes drifting back to the sky as he sighs, perturbed by the thought of Morgrant's old palace of death.[/b]
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[i] Lance froze, his eyes flitting towards Damien quickly.[/i] "Are you saying she had the same things happen to her?"
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[i]"Mostly... But they broke her and separated her spirit. Never worked with Belle... But I'm not sure Belle has alter egos."[/i] [b]Damien remarks pulling a cigarette from his coat, snapping his fingers so that the metal created sparks, igniting the paper fold.[/b]
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"What, schizophrenia?" [i] Lance questioned curiously. It unnerved him at how much Damien tended to know about subjects, but he was a smart guy. All the more reason to keep him on Lance's good side. [/i]
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[i]"Not quite. Belle from a young age was clearly special. She had something inside her that made her dangerous. At first, I didn't know what it was... She was about a year old at the time. But we find a long line a lineage way back to an ancient summoning... She was half-god. Then the attack... And... Well... I got her back... That's what counts."[/i] [b]Damien grimaced and blew out a long puff of smoke, the grey cloud taking the form of a small fox.[/b]
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"What's the deal with Lana though? Multiple personalities?" [i] Lance said, reaching into his jeans and pulling out a red and white peppermint in a cellophane wrapper. Popping it out of the plastic and putting it in his mouth, the plastic disappearing curiously. [/i]
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[i]"Probably best if you ask her yourself."[/i] [b]Damien remarked. Lana was the only person he couldn't get a read on. He didn't understand her 'gifts'... Or why she had them. All he knew was that she was a cute girl hiding a dangerous secret.[/b]
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"Way to make things hard for me Lordan." [i] Lance said, a smirk on his face, but it turned serious quickly. [/i] "The question is, do you know anything about Darius and Belle.,?"
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[i]"I know that Darius hates me and the Aldons. I'm not surprised that he went after Belle. Turn our greatest threat against us..."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, tossing it to the side with a small flick.[/b] [i]"Push comes to shove... I'll lock her gates."[/i]
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"Salem's mine, regardless of what happens. But you can do that?" [i] Lance questioned. He wasn't entirely surprised, but Damien was full of secrets and surprises. Especially when it came to seals.[/i]
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[i]"Yes. Get rid of them too... But that would be more risky. The difference between opening a gate and seal however... Is incredibly different, and much more dangerous."[/i] [b]Damien seems to grow thoughtful for a moment, realizing that Salem had probably advanced himself as well.[/b]
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"What's the difference between a gate and a seal?" [i] Lance asked, drumming his fingers on his thigh. He wanted to know as much info as possible that would benefit him in any way. Salem was gonna regret doing what he did to Belle, and Lance would make sure of it personally, [/i]
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[i]"Gates are stronger and harder to unlock. I know four people who've unlocked a gate. That's including myself. I'm the only person I know who has unlocked three. Unfortunately... Unlocking my first one cost me a foot and two fingers."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged. He was a prodigy of the medical field. He could have regrown his limbs at any time... Yet he chose to keep his augments. He hated being more human anyways.[/b]
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"Are they just seals on steroids? And what's it take to unlock them?" [i] Damien could already see the gears turning in Lance's head, he was too curious for his own good.[/i]
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[i]"No. Slightly more complicated. And it takes hundreds of seals and lots of time to earn one. Before you ask... No. I spent years in cryo to earn one and split my very being through millions of timelines."[/i] [b]He shakes his head, remembering his younger years where all he wanted was power and control... How it had swallowed him, destroyed his life, and cost him his family.[/b]
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[i] Lance grins, shrugging his shoulders.[/i] "Fair enough. I suppose we all have to have our own secrets.. riddle me this though, who else has a Gate/Gates?"
