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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 2:34:18 AM
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[i]Raising her pistol calmly, Victoria looked over at Vance, oddly...recognizing the look that he had upon his face. Recognizing the look upon the woman's face. The screams, the pleads to die...she had heard it all. Their screams - Eldar screams - rang in her ears, as if this was some sick coincidence that she had been placed within.[/i]
[i]Heavy breathing now exited the Sister of Battle's helm, before a final, fatal shot rang through the air, colliding with the woman's skull and ending her misery then and there. Smoke rising from the barrel of the Bolt Pistol, Victoria released a shaky sigh, shaking her head in remembrance: of the battlefield, the bloodshed - all of it, even as her face was hidden by the black helmet.[/i]
"...I shouldn't have killed her, I.." [i]The Sororitas muttered, sighing to herself before turning back towards the bodies of the three. She had slaughtered two - the man, she had not given a care for. But after the woman's execution, she had realized the murder that she had committed. And that would haunt her forever.[/i]
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Edited by Diase: 5/29/2017 5:51:37 PM"Guess we should," [i]Vance agreed, beginning to walk towards the dojo gates once more. As he opened the gates with his right hand, his left pulled out a cell phone, and well... he opened an app to check his balance in the bank. He nodded satisfactorily at the amount he saw, then put his phone away as he looked back at Victoria.[/i] "After you," [i]He said, gesturing through the opened gate; outside it was clear that the Contractees were gone, although they definitely left behind evidence of their being at the dojo's gates; trampled everything, roadkill, leftover belongings, et cetera.[/i]
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"...This is just brutal. It's unorganized, crude, yet effective.." [i]Victoria stared upon the remnants of the Contractees, before realizing what she had just said.[/i] "...No offense to you, of course." [i]She looked over at Vance, smiling a little.[/i] "You're actually quite elegant in combat, really. Me, I just...aim and improvise." [i]Victoria then began to move, walking down the mountainous pathway of the Dojo. She was still tense, as if expecting the Contractees to appear at any moment.[/i]
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"No offense taken... really, I feel rather awkward in combat," [i]Vance admitted. He spoke truthfully; even with his well-balanced physique and raw power, he still felt awkward–as though he hadn't quite found a style of combat that fit him. No Contractees appeared as they made their way down the rocky pathway–although, everything was eerily silent besides their footsteps and conversation. No birds, wildlife, and the usual hum of activity that came from Dojoville was all but gone. They eventually arrive in the now bloodstained streets of Dojoville. Doors were shut, shops and homes with their windows smashed in; it wasn't utter destruction, but would take a while to clean up. Luckily, they could still shop for apartments.[/i]
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[i]As Victoria held onto the still teenager within her arms, a slight look of disturbance crossed her face, memories of ancient battles entering her mind. She sighed, looking back at Vance.[/i] "...This honestly has begun to remind me of the Daemon forces of Chaos and the Orks once they finish raiding and slaughtering...on a smaller scale, of course. ...Let me apologize, for my behavior earlier. I was suspicious of you, even hateful - the Sisters of Battle are educated and taught to destroy what we consider "heresy" - things that we consider impure, evil, or wrong. Is it right? ...That depends on your views."
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"You've got me confused there," [i]Vance commented in response to Victoria's first statement. To the second, he shrugged.[/i] "That's alright; I'm used to it, by now." [i]The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, not towards Victoria, of course, but towards a much larger group of people. In truth, he cared not about how one spoke towards him–because actions speak louder.[/i] "Anyways... that building seems to he open," [i]He pointed a rather small yet well-kept apartment building, strangely intact with a glowing vacancy sign on its front door.[/i]
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"...You think that they'll accept a beaten/down man with a great sword, an armed soldier and an unconscious child?" [i]Victoria joked calmly, smirking to herself.[/i] "Then again, they would perhaps be suited to seeing such an odd group. Shall we keep moving?" [i]Victoria soon yawned, stretching in place while still holding Ike in her arms. She was getting tired.[/i]
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[i]Vance smiled at Victoria, before looking back at the apartment.[/i] "Long as we've got money," [i]He said, before making his way into the apartment building. The room entered was, of course, the lobby; it looked very similar to a hotel lobby, with a front desk and many couches to rest in. It was strangely clean and orderly, considering the recent ordeal–but then again, response to danger was a requirement in a town so close to a complex housing so many warriors. Vance walked up to the front desk–and it was really more similar to getting a hotel room than getting an apartment room, although it took admittedly a much longer time with a lot more paper filling out. Finally, after an hour, everything was sorted out and Vance had two keys to a cheap apartment room with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. He walked back to Victoria, tired out but satisfied, holding one key out to the Sister of Battle.[/i]
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[i]The boy's invisibility spell was working like... well, a charm. Not a single sound was heard, not a single Contractee sighted. That was, until a sudden, extremely painful looking wound appeared on Vance's right arm; it looked like a stab wound, from a rather long weapon. He yelled out, looking around for the invisible attacker, but they were gone. A few moments later, the invisibility spell wore off. The attacker was the woman, who was about twenty yards away; the stab wound was a three foot long javelin, which was thrown at Vance. The woman held another javelin, readying it. Meanwhile, behind Victoria was the boy, holding a wooden club; he raised it, and aimed a slammed towards Victoria's head.[/i]
