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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/19/2017 11:57:36 PM
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[b]Eren stumblesd through the great doors of that library which he had loved so much, but this time was not like the others. No, he had not come here to gain, but to lose. To lose his sadness, his pain. How many had died? How many were to die? He did not know, and did not want to either. He was bleeding from a bash in his side. A physical manifestation, a physical object, had broken the mind. Broken the magic.
Now it was to be healed. Eren knew what he wantedz and that was power. Pure, unchecked power. This power, he convinced himself, would stop the fighting. It would stop everything, and all would go back to the way it was before. Before everything happened.
Eren limped slowly to the very back of the library, which contained spells he had never even dreamed of. The power of controlling blood, raising the dead. No, this was not enough. He wanted destruction magic. Flames that would scorch the planet and burn his enemies to the ground. He would freeze the blood of those who had made his drip and crush their skills with his hand. He could imagine the great power so close. He wanted it, he needed it. Nearby he spotted the same reading chair in which he had often spent nights at a time doing research. But that was all pointless. For what had come of it? Nothing. He had become weak, afraid. [/b]
[b]A path of blood led the way to the back of the library, and a river of it may soon flow[/b]
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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The red armoured samurai heard reports of the trail, and he soon followed it. He followed the river of blood towards its source. He pushed open the libraries doors, one hand on the pommel of his blade as he looked at the one who had bled across the floor. He stood silently, observing the man.
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[b]Eren slowly stumbles and falls into a massive bookshelf, an aura around him growing rapidly. [/b]
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The samurai rushed over to him, seeing his condition now. He knelt down beside him and spoke with a soft Japanese accent. "Who are you? What happened?" He asked.
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[i] I'm- I'm Eren. I- I'm trying to find something. [/i]
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"Your death? Because that is what it looks like. Let me bring you into our hospital here and have you healed, you are wounded."
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[i]Yes, please.[/i][b]Eren attempts to summon a crystal wheelchair, but the thing disperses in seconds.[/b][i]I don't suppose you have crutches on you?[/i]
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"No. I will carry you there." The samurai put bluntly.
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[i]That'll have to do then[/i][b]Eren outstretches his hand[/b]
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The samurai grabbed his hand and pulled him up, and acted as a crutch himself as he escorted Eren to a hospital in town. The doctors immediately came by and put him down on a bed, which they moved into the emergency operating room...
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[i]Thank you, friend. I- I must admit I was stupid.[/i]
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"It's fine. Just undergo the procedures and we will converse later." The samurai said. After a few hours, Eren had undergone some surgery and stitching. He was ordered to be kept in bed, then the samurai walked into his room.
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[i]Hello, sit down.[/i][b]Eren points to a chair[/b]
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The samurai obliged and sat in the chair. "I am sorry, I forgot my courtesies. I am Tesuto, gate keeper of the dojo. And you told me your name was Eren, correct?"
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[i]Yes, Eren. Nice to meet you. A friend of mine told me of a very old Dojo gatekeeper. The first in fact. His name was Salazar. Would you know him, by chance?[/i]
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"Ah, indeed I do. He took part in originally creating my system." He said simply.
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[i]Ah, finally, someone who knows. My colleague has been searching for much longer than I have been here. Anyways, I wanted to tell you something. Would you like to hear it?[/i]
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"Do what you will!" He accepted eagerly.
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[i]I believe I have unraveled the mysteries of Magic. It is all a web made of some invisible substance. This web has ligaments that can stretch and tear. Stretch it and it will rebuild stronger. Break it and it will never heal. But the web is stretched too much. I have found a way to strengthen it. I need a massive amount of magical energy and a blank scroll. A tear in this dimension should suffice for the energy, and the scroll should be easy to retrieve.[/i]
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"....I actually can supply the tear." The samurai said. "You were very eager to share that weren't you..."
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[i]It's amazing! Absolutely beautiful! A life's research could have not done this, and I did it in a day! Haha![/i]
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"A day? You solved this in a day? You did not perform any further experiments or tests to prove it?" He asked skeptically
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[spoiler]>Subtle not so subtle RoB reference [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]hehe[/spoiler]
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Velinnea was simply looking to the path of blood, following it slowly, M-11 Suppressor equipped on her holster.
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[b]There is absolute silence, for this is a library, but the dust form the hundreds of shelves fills the air. This air is musty, decayed. It books do not die, no. They are forgotten. Life, however, dies. It is always dying. An endless cycle of death and birth.[/b]
