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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/4/2017 12:49:03 AM
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"I wasn't there for it," Mia said.
"Your knife is your.... familiar?" Sarah asked.
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"The knife is cursed. I just 'appen ta be the unlucky sod that ended up with it." [b][i]You speak as though you do not enjoy my company, oh bearer of mine.[/i][/b]
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"I don't enjoy it, either."
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The voice laughs, a low, raspy sound. [b][i]The feeling is mutual, oh friend of ny bearer. But alas, I am bound to this one, Fionn, until our death.[/i][/b]
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"Your soul is stubborn, which is why you speak. Find peace. Accept your form, and be silent."
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The laughter resumes. [b][i]Accept my form? Foolish child, I made this form! I chose this to avenge those slayn unjustly by your kind![/i][/b] Fionn winces, as though in pain.
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"You shall seek no vengeance for as long I live. Oh hater mine..."
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The voice hisses in disgust. "Enough!" Fionn growls. They feel the presence jolt as if struck bwfore it retracts itself back towards the knife. [b][i]As you say, oh bearer. I beg pardon.[/i][/b] It whispers before retreating entirely from their minds. "I bloo'y hate that snake." Fionn murmers.
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"Wish-dragon. Not snake," Mia says.
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"Well he acts more like a snake, bloo'y reptile." He growls. "I'm guessing you're both wonderin' why I have the knife?"
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"Duh," Mia says.
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"Alright. I got it abou' fifteen years ago from... A friend. Turns out it wan's ta die, but can't because of how powerful it is. So I amde a deal with it..."
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"You idiot."
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[spoiler]I can't tell which one is talking, could you specify more in later replies?[/spoiler] "Hear me out. This thing has lurved a long time in the knife, and wants to die. But 'e can't. 'Es too powerful for even suicide. Also, he's real violent. So I made a deal. He helps me fight the darkness, an' in return, I linked him to my light. When my light dies, it'll kill 'em."
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"That... sucks," Sarah said.
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"You 'ave no bloo'y idea." He sighs. "I've 'een tryin' to find a way to kill him withou' dieing. But no luck."
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"This is why I don't make deals with Ahamkara," Mia says.
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"Well, it was 'at or let him try an' corrupt the next guardian he found."
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"I understand..." Sarah replied.
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"Do ya? Really?" He asks, looking unconvinced.
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"I.. understand on a level you cannot comprehend..." She thought back to long time ago, when she was first exiled. All the friends she had give up... to save them...
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Fionn look down at the knife, obvious hatred for it in his gaze. "You two aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?" He finally asks.
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"If Sarah broke a promise to anyone, you'd have to try to keep her from killing herself," Mia said, "On the other hand, I can't make any guarantees."
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He sighs. "Fine. I honestly deserve ta ge' kicked o' the Tower anyways." He picks up the knife, twirling it and sheathing it.
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"Home..." Sarah whimpered. Her eyes turned void-purple, and tears glistened in them.
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Fionn looks close to tears as well, it's obvious he misses the Tower a lot more than he lets on. "Are you alright, Sarah?" He asks her.
