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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cthulhu Agent:
11/8/2016 9:04:21 PM
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[b][i][u]Cafeteria[/u][/i][/b]
[i]Out of the corner of your eye you see movement. When you turn your head there's a 5'5" girl with black hair pulled back into a ponytail, wolf ears, and a long bushy tail wearing ragged clothing. She's stealing your gun/purse/bag/whatever. Upon being caught, her eyes go wide in shock as she trips backwards and falls on her back.[/i]
"Ah!"
[spoiler]Open![/spoiler]
English
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[i]She got up and ran with it.[/i]
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[i]The Psionic Amp recognising the fact that it's owner wasn't handling it, it started to go haywire. It went unstable, generating a shockwave that could knock anything in it's proximity back.[/i]
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[i]She went flying into a table. She got a cut on her lower thigh as she fell to the ground.[/i]
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[i]After stabilising his Amp, he started to walk over to her, pistol pulled out.[/i]
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[i]She curled up into a ball with her tail covering her face.[/i]
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[i]He crouched down, tapping her.[/i] "Told ya... Now, you okay?"
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[i]She just whimpered as she held a gash on her left lower thigh.[/i]
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[i]He sighed, putting his hand to his shoulder. He started draining his own life force, then started applying it to her leg, healing it.[/i]
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[i]When he tried to touch her she scooted back quickly.[/i]
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"No, it's okay. I'll just patch you up." [i]He tried again.[/i]
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[i]She scooted back again. Her body shaking in fear.[/i]
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[i]He sighed, standing back up. He puts his hands in his pockets and just stood there.[/i]
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[i]She slowly looks up into his eyes. For the split second she makes eye contact you see her bright, sparkly blue eyes. She immediatley looks away.[/i]
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[i]He continues to stand there, looking at her.[/i]
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[i]She slowely stands up, her tail covering her face.[/i]
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"Trust me... I won't hurt you." [i]He cocked his pistol several times, spilling all of his bullets onto the floor, then proceeding to take his magazine out of the pistol and placing his pistol on the table.[/i]
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[i]Her shaking died down a bit, but she still covered her face.[/i]
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[i]He held out his hand.[/i]
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[i]She flinches, but slowly puts her hand on yours. You can see bruises and infected cuts going up her arm.[/i]
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[i]He started to heal them, a purple glow radiating from their hands. He placed his fingers on each injured spot, fixing them one by one.[/i]
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[i]She looked away as her arm healed.[/i]
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[i]He then let go of her hand, now fully healed.[/i]
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[i]She looked at her arm in curiousity. A weak smile forms on her face.[/i]
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[i]He stands, waiting for her to show her next injury.[/i]
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[i]She turns around and lifts her shirt. Massive, deep claw marks went down her entire back. They seemed rather fresh.[/i]
