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How many do you desire?
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[i]"Given his life span and how he has lived, Four million should suffice" [/i]
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*Mortar nods* Understood. *Mortar opens up a Portal to the Old Underworld, then returns a moment later with a small vat* Inside this, four million damned souls rest. Open this when we are done and do what you please
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[i]"You have done well, Lord Mortar. Royal, you may kneel."[/i] [b]Royal gets down on one knee, and the Firekeeper places a hand on his forehead. Royal collapses backwards and the Firekeeper pockets the souls [/b] [i]"Tis done."[/i]
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*Mortar walks up, picking up Royal* What exactly did you do to him?
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[i]"I extracted the darkness causing the hollowing."[/i]
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Hmm, okay. Thank you. *He opens up a portal back to the Dojo* I hope we can meet again
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[i]"As do I, my lord" [/i] [b]She does a small curtsy [/b]
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*He bows slightly as he walks through the portal with Royal, the portal closing behind them* Royal, wakey wakey.
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"Go away I'm napping" [b]He groans [/b]
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*Mortar chuckles slightly* I'll get you to your place
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"Please do"
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*He grunts as he opens a portal to Royal's room and drags him through it, laying Royal on his bed*
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"Thank you doctor fish tickles"
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Fish Tickles?
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"Yes!"
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Okay then. I'm just gonna assume that this is sleep deprivation talking
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"Bye fish stocks!"
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Actually, I'll stay here to make sure you recover
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"Fish stocks, goooo."
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nah, I'll stay for a little longer
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[b]Royal drifts into sleep [/b]
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*Mortar watches him as he falls asleep, then sits in a chair in Roy's room, watching him until he falls asleep as well*
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[spoiler]End? [/spoiler]