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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/1/2016 5:40:48 PM
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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?"
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[i]"Lucien has two. Belle had one. And Legion had fourteen... Which he didn't actually earn... Rather stole."[/i] [b]Damien grimaces and runs his tongue against his sharpened metal teeth, the glistening metal almost vibrating in hate. Seemed Damien and Azrael didn't get along.[/b]
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"If a person with seals kills someone else with seals, their power gets transferred right?" [i] Lance questioned. It occurred to him that he'd never told Damien about what he'd seen when he'd gotten his five seals from Damien. [/i]
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[i]"Not all. I once killed a man and only got about a third of his power. Felt awful of course... Most don't realize but usually the first time you take a life you feel sick... Sometimes the second and so on. It's cause of the transfer."[/i] [b]Damien sighs and looks down at his remaining hand, the blood of every life he's taken stop vivid staining his fingers... Despite not actually being there.[/b] [i]"You know that your relationship with Belle might never be the same after this... Right?"[/i]
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"What do you mean Lordan?" [i] Lance asked, his voice quiet. He always had a feeling that it would be something like that, but he wasn't entirely sure. It didn't help that he now had someone else telling him.[/i]
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[i]"I don't know what Salem's done to her. But she's half awakened... Beyond that, you are her enemy."[/i] [b]Damien pulled off his coat and peeled back some metal grafting above his hip, showing a horrible scar like fire or thousands of razors.[/b] [i]"He got to me once... I don't see things the same anymore. I don't know if I'm ever out of the dream... I just have to hope."[/i] [b]For once, Lance realized why Damien had slipped so far. Why he always seemed to be lazy... It wasn't just a loss of family or his personality. He still believed he was living in some kind of hallucination... It made him want to give up... Not even try... And that was on top of what had happened in Ubonae...[/b]
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"Jesus Damien.." [i] Lance said, running his hands over his face. [/i] "I'll sign another contract if I have to.." [i] He muttered between his hands, the air around them growing colder like an outside force had heard the words. [/i]
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[i]"Why does it seem like everyone around me has their hands one powerful friends... It feels like I'm the only one who's been kicking ass alone. I need to get with Chuck Norris or Abe Lincoln..."[/i] [b]Damien remarked, shoving the plating back onto his skin, looking at the Dojo in frustration.[/b] [i]"I'll give you credit... You've had a hard life... But you never gave up... Didn't slip..."[/i] [b]Damien picked up the bottle Lance had given to him, looking at his greatest sin... Childhood... Adulthood... Now this.[/b] [b]With a snap, Damien uncorks the bottle and takes a long drink, such liquid hard for others to take a mere sip of, but Damien found the burning to be exhilarating.[/b]
