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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2017 1:10:25 AM
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"The sword deemed you worthy? Why?"
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[spoiler]NICE[/spoiler] "You tell me..." Falk said, bringing down the blade. He twirled it in his hand, to check the balance.
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[b]The blade fit finely in Falk's hand, the balance was perfect. Everything about it, perfect. Almost as if the sword had been forged for Falk. A pure holy light radiated off the blade, cleansing Falk in a sense. Feelings of chivalry. Courage, Nobility, Kindness.[/b] "You must be truly kind hearted."
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Falk looked at the blade, and held it close. He could see his face on the reflection of the steel. ...Then he looked down, and tossed the blade to the ground. He picked up his cane and walked away, clearly bothered by Royals last comment to him. "What? Dad!" Anne yelled, though the man didn't stop, and he kept walking....
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"Falk? FALK! WHat are you doing??" [b]Royal knelt down, picking the blade up by its hilt and went after Falk[/b]
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"Wait royal!" Anne yelled after him. >Chase after Falk >See what Anne wants
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[spoiler]A choice? In mah post? Y u do dis.[/spoiler] [b]Royal skid to a halt, pivoting around to Anne[/b] "WHAT?!"
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[spoiler]hue hue hue[/spoiler] "He's...well I don't think he believed you! Not after everything he did with the twilight... I've already tried talking to him about it but he wasn't having any of it! Ugh! Anyways! Go! Quickly!"
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[b]Royal pivoted around again, chasing after Falk much quicker now. How far could he have gotten with a cane?[/b]
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The man was already halfway down he stairs into the village, he was going mighty quick. By the time Royal was making his way down the stairs, Falk was already on the street.
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[b]To save time, Royal stepped into the shadows, reforming at the bottom of the steps and looking for Falk[/b]
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Falk was closer, but he was still making his way off the street and onto a branching path, which lead into an overgrowth of the dojo woods.
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[b]Royal picked up speed, using the shadows to further cut-down time [/b]
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Falk turned to Roy as soon as he appeared again from the shadows. He put both his hands on his cane as he kept his cool towards the man. "What?" Falk asked.
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"You left your blade..." [b]Royal spun held Exaclibur out with both hands [/b]
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"Not mine. Clearly it made a mistake, or it's just a ridiculous Hoax." Falk stated blatantly before continuing his walk down the path.
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"A sword such as this makes no mistakes, Falk. It has deemed you worthy of it for one reason or another. Do you not want to know why?"
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"It's a sword! It doesn't have a brain!" He yelled as the two approached a clearing. There was a small bench on the side of it and Falk proceeded to sit down in it.
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[b]Royal remained standing, Pacing around [/b] "Surely you don't believe such a sword would only exit the stone on sheer luck?"
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"Well what else would it be?! Maybe I'm just really freaking jacked I don't know?!" Falk said, clearly flustered.
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[b]Royal stopped, holding the sword with one hand now [/b] "If the blade were mistaken... Then why ever exit the stone?! Why do you not wish to accept it? Your Destiny with this weapon?!"
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"Because how in the hell am I supposed to meet its requirements?!" He raised his hand as he counted the attributes. "Kindness? Courage? Chivalry?! I can tell you that I wasn't that great to many women that's for sure! When I was the one who was going to destroy the world three times! I didn't have the courage to tell anyone what I was planning or the truth that I was going to spread twilight across the land! And Kindness?! I blatantly disregarded my people's needs! I stole the Fierce Deity's power for my own use! I...I...." Falks eyes welled up. He fought back the tears and his skin remained dry, as his eyebrows became angered and furrowed. "I killed my son...."
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"YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU....YOU DAMN OLD MAN!" [b]Royal's voice wasn't angry, but it was full of authority, demanding attention. It was even frightening in some regards, hearing the man the headed an entire Legion yell. The man who was always look up at the importance of everyone. [/b] "The sword did not choose you because of your previous deeds. It chose you because you contain the strength that is needed to get the hell over it. A good man is not simply chivalry. A good king does what must be done. He is greedier then all others. He must laugh more loudly, and his rage must last longer. He must embody all that is good, and all that is evil."
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"Well when you put it THAT way." Falk said sarcastically, letting out a breath as he leaned back on the bench to look at Roy. "Well. May as well hand it over then! Apparently it has sympathy for cripples!"
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[b]Royal stabbed the sword Into the ground in front of Falk's feet [/b] "Look at it however you wish. The sword chose you for one reason or another."
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"I guess so." Falk replied with a grudge. He wasn't a fan of giving into other people, but Roy made too much of a good case compared to his own. With that, Falk stood up and drew the blade from the ground and gave it a cut through the air.
