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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/20/2017 10:52:55 PM
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"Faolin Couldborne. I threw glass at his face. Damn jerk."
She then cleared her throat.
"So, how are you?"
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Henry blinked slowly for a moment. "You...threw a glass...at Faolin..." he asked her slowly. There was awe in his expression.
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Lyn rolled her eyes. "I should've stabbed him instead....Anyway, how do I get out of here?"
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He shook his head and dismissed the comment about Faolin as he stood up tall. He approached the bars of the cell. "Well. We are in prison." He told her. "The point is to NOT get out. Not only that, I think the cell is made out of dimeritium. Basically it's kryptonite for magic users. Don't know why their here though. The shi-Canyon has as much magic as the Sea has tigers. The Coldbourne's must have been seriously paranoid when they built this." Henry stated.
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Edited by Stitch: 4/20/2017 11:19:59 PMLyn rolled her eyes again. "He probably thinks I need magic when all it actually does is give me a slight boost. Hey, Henry? When's lunch?"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 4/20/2017 11:23:27 PM"About four hours." Henry told her as he turned to her. "You ain't gunna leave me are you?" He asked with a grin. Lyn didn't notice his clothing until now. He wore a grey prison jumpsuit. And so was she.
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"Why? You falling in love with the green haired chick? You better not be a creep that did something while I was asleep." Lyn tore at the sleeves to make her suit sleeveless.
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"Ha! Ya like I would do that..." he said as Lyn saw his cheeks turn a little red. He looked to Lyn then. "I...I wouldn't." He said almost panicky now.
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Lyn raised a brow. "If you did then I'd say you own me and could do what ever you wanted from now on, but because you didn't...." She trailed off. She was just wanted to mess with him at this point.
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"Ya...I'm...not gunna delve into your weird little fantasy land Lyn. We're already in a nightmare as is." He said as he looked out past the bars. "Kinda weird though. Feel like someone like you would've been smarter then getting caught the way you did. What happened?" He asked her.
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Lyn sighed and stood up. "I was joking about that and I only got caught because hostages make everything so complicated, y'know? Ugh." She walked up so she was right beside him and nudged him. "Why are you here?"
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"Was supposed to meet someone. Meeting went south though." He told her. He kept looking outside the cell, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
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"Was I supposed to meet you at the bar? Or did we both just get f*cked at a meeting?" Lyn inched towards him a little.
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"I don't know. What do you think of Hennessy?" He asked her. This was code for something, she could tell.
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"Is that the code thing? With apple scotch or somethin'? I normally don't drink."
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Henry chuckled softly as he looked out of the bars. "Hehe. So YOU'RE the one they sent! I guess even dojo members aren't immune to getting...well...bashed into a table I guess."
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"It was a really hard, magical table...probably. So, anything interesting happening? I guess I'm stuck here for a while." Lyn inched a little closer.
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"It's prison. Pretty sure the goal is to make things NOT happen. All physiological I suppose. That being said you aren't a prisoner long before the empire puts a chip in your neck." Henry answered her.
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"I guess we have to try and not drop the soap in the shower until we get out...get it?" Lyn sighed. "What was that about a chip?"
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Henry chuckled at her perverted remark. Then answered her question. "Chips, or collars. Either or. The collars are for slaves. Basically they track someone's movement and if they are doing something they shouldn't be...boom." He told her. "Did you notice the burns around the city when you got here? Those are from the collars."
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Lyn nodded and remembered all of the burn marks she saw. "Oh, that's...f*cked up. So, the chips do the same thing as the collars?"
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"Ya. Just that they use the chips on their soldiers. Guess they look prettier without the collars. Doesn't matter in the end though, they're still slaves to the empire."
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"Y'know that makes me wonder what he wants from me considering I'm still alive. Does he want a soldier or just wants me to suffer as long as possible? I doubt it's because he wants a wife." She chuckled. "He hates me."
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"Well. You DID throw a glass at him." Henry said as he looked at her.
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Lyn looked back at him. "That's how we flirt where I come from." She joked with a grin. "He didn't have to be such a baby about it."
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"Ha! No, I think you just hurt that delicate pride of his." Henry seemed...off, however. He kept looking outside the bars, as if he was waiting for something?
