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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2016 10:55:17 PM
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medi... Gel?
*A man clad in some sort of armor from a military from a distant place stands behind her, standing next to him a woman in her early twenties. They look normal, except that the girl has no mouth and appears to be... Dripping. Dripping silver liquid from the visible parts of her body. She looks at herself dripping and slowly walks behind the man, who smiles and turns to her, saying some comforting words to her in a soft whisper, which she nods to and gets out from behind him*
man: I'm sorry, but I don't know what medi Gel is.
English
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"It's...something that could heal me...that's all." She responds, trying to move the pistol to the two. She didn't seem much of a threat; it was most likely for self-defense over actual bloodlust. She trembled as she pointed the pistol toward this man, in case she tried to kill him.
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Woah, ma'am. *He takes his own gun off his back, the girl hiding behind him*
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*She drops the pistol, clearly out of the pain she was in and sits there, staring at the man and the young woman.*
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*The man places the gun on his back and helps her up* Cmon, let's get you to the Dojo
