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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/26/2017 2:06:04 AM
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[i]Vance had grown tired of it, really.
The endless mindless slaughter on his own part, destroying families, friendships, relationships... breaking hearts. Being a complete monster. Part of him no longer wanted to do it, was sick of seeing the same look on people's faces when their loved ones died before their eyes.
And so, he walked up to the boy, gripping the handgun by its barrel, and struck him in the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Slowly, Vance picked the boy up, looking at his young face. Something in his expression said that he wanted to... help him, in some way.
Meanwhile, the Contractees continued to roam; they'd noticed Vance and Victoria, but seemed unwilling to approach them just yet.[/i]
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"...Get the boy to a safer place. I'll hold them off, just...find somewhere that he won't get caught between our fighting." [i]Victoria spoke with a sterner tone than beforehand, not bothering to speak anymore as if it would be a waste of words. She had seen enough - killed enough for the night. She knew the child would hate her for the rest of his lifetime, however long that would be.[/i] [i]She sighed, batting away the tears in her eyes with quick blinks as she studied the groups of Contractees that were nearby and locatable. She would have to fend them off, and was more than willing to - even if that meant delving deeper into insanity.[/i]
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[i]Vance looked over at Victoria, his expression conflicting. For a moment, he looked to be almost in admiration; on the the other hand, a tad bit jealous. But these appearances were wiped out soon after as he pondered what to do; he couldn't leave Victoria there to continue the slaughter he began. He couldn't let another person die.... He shook his head at the Sororitas in disagreement.[/i] "You're coming with, or nobody's leaving," [i]He said flatly, eyes meeting Victoria's. His own eyes were dry, no longer capable of crying in the current situation they were in; he had grown far too used to it. Vance would've extended a hand, if both his arms weren't preoccupied.[/i]
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[i]After an odd silence, Victoria nodded calmly, holding her Bolter tightly while still looking upon her only ally in the situation.[/i] "Then we should begin to move, sir." [i]"Sir" was...a complement from Victoria, if anything. She had been taught to address higher beings with politeness and elegance, but since she was quite far from said higher beings, and Vance was both her only "friend" and unknown name-wise, she would refer to him as "Sir" until she could identify him by name.[/i] [i]At any rate, she was more than ready to keep moving.[/i]
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[i]Vance looked around at the massive amount of Contractees, a pained, conflicting look on his face.[/i] "... goddammit, I feel like a coward," [i]He muttered before looking towards the Dojo, sitting on its mountain.[/i] "Alright. Let's move." [i]Still carrying the unconscious boy, he waited to sprint to make sure Victoria was still around, wanting to make sure she wouldn't do anything courageous while he sprinted away. Vance, of course, was not used to being addressed formally; he was taught differently from Victoria; to him, everybody who wasn't a Contractee was to be addressed as though they were some sort of god, and as though he himself was a rat; he had since broken this habit, but almost always used honorifics when addressing people who were not Contractees like himself.[/i]
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"Just go, I'll follow.." [i]Victoria murmured, signaling Vance to get moving towards the Dojo with sudden hand motions. She wouldn't be pulling anything ridiculous, least unless the horse of Contractees actually caught up with her. Then, it would be a bad situation - but she would still ensure that Vance and the child escaped.[/i]
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[i]Luckily enough, the HORDE of Contractees owner no horses. And so, Vance nodded at Victoria, and began sprinting towards the dojo with rather clearly enhanced speed; he was sprinting at a good 35 ft/s, and that was with a child in his arms. Once every few seconds, Vance would turn his head to check of Victoria was alright. It wasn't long until he was approaching the dojo gates, sweating and panting.[/i]
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[i]Victoria had kept up somewhat with Vance, although she was a considerable distance behind him still: she was moving at a rate that was above average, especially for a woman wearing full armor. She had looked back at the approaching Contractees, her speed still enough to provide a proper defense for Vance.[/i]
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[i]Momentarily, Vance set the boy's feet on the ground to support the boy with only one hand, using the other hand to open the gates. He looked back at Victoria; for a moment, a sense of urgency and terror was in his eyes, but that soon faded when he saw that Victoria was alright. He held the door open for the Sister of Battle, while laying the boy down on the ground to free his other hand. That hand drew his handgun, and with near pinpoint accuracy he began firing the handgun's .50 caliber bullets at the Contractees that had follower Victoria.[/i]
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[i]Victoria momentarily turned to fire a few rounds upon the chasing Contractees, .50 caliber rounds zooming throughout the nightly air, exploding upon contact with Contractees. Soon she had found herself next to Vance, firing alongside him and yelling as she began to reload her Bolter:[/i] "Go, now! I'll head through after you enter the...location!" [i]Victoria, in truth...had no idea what the Dojo truly was. She had never seen a place of such design and elegance, yet flawless strength. It did not compare to the Imperium's cities, but it was something.[/i]
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"Good grief...." [i]Vance dropped his handgun, threw the dojo gate wide open, and with rather... frightening speed, he ran up to Victoria, grabbing onto her wrist. Victoria was suddenly pulled and hurled into the dojo before the gate could shut under it's own weight, however Vance couldn't make it back in time to get into the dojo before the gates could close. Looking back at the horde of Contractees – there were about 12 –, he sprinted to the dojo once more, picking up the boy. As the Contractees closed in, he managed to pull open the door and roll, Dark Souls style, into the dojo; a javelin struck the ground where his back was only milliseconds before. After getting inside the dojo he slammed the gates shut, panting heavily, and looking over at Victoria.[/i] "S-sorry about that," [i]He grunted.[/i]
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"...S-Sorry?" [i]The Sister of Battle's tone was far from furious or anger, but it was filled with a strange confusion, and yet a gratitude, while also being muffled by her black helmet. Her body was sprawled against the Dojo's concrete flooring and lightly shaded grass, her back bent as she looked up at Vance in a sitting position. Victoria groaned, rising up and slinging her Bolter around her body as she stumbled over to Vance.[/i] "There...isn't a thing that you should be sorry about, sir. That was...well, kind of you, to bother sacrificing your well-being for...well, erm.. Never mind me, we should find a place for the boy to rest." [i]Victoria stopped speaking, stuttering those last words out as she pried her helmet off: short, bleach white hair was released from the containment of her helmet, curly at the ends, as she looked upon Vance worryingly. Victoria looked...young, for a woman with quite the combat experience: her skin was a light pale color, yet slightly tanned. Her face was smooth and not exactly angular or round, while she didn't bear any makeup at all: then again, soldiers didn't exactly wear makeup. Her eyes were a light sapphire in color, like a clear lake's view, yet filled with a sadness that Vance was perhaps familiar with.[/i] "I'm not familiar with this place at all...what is this place? And it's inhabitants?"
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[i]Vance pulled his gaze away from the unconscious boy to look at Victoria's face. His body seemed to freeze in place for a moment, eyes unable to move; but he soon broke out of this trance, a barely noticeable blush on his cheeks. He looked back at the boy, running a hand through his sweat-drenched, shaggy black hair. He was indeed very familiar with the sorrow in Victoria's eyes; he saw it in the Contractees he once lived with. Saw it in the ones he killer. Saw it in himself, every time he looked at his own reflection. He sighed, pondering Victoria's questions.[/i] "... I'm not exactly sure, if I'm to be honest," [i]He admitted, showing no shame.[/i] "It looked safe, and places that look safe generally are safe; until the roof opens and five Contractees drop on your head and try to rаpe you while your weapons are in a different room. Different story altogether." [i]He shook his head, before inwardly agreeing to Victoria's earlier statement about getting the boy to safety. He picked the boy up once more, looking around the dojo for a place to lay him down until he awoke. Then, there was the question of... what he would do when he awoke.[/i]
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"Dear me, that's...terrible. I...suppose that we should make proper introductions to each other?" [i]Victoria nervously smiled, shrugging a little. The stern tone that was once within her voice was gone, replaced by a soft, guarding tone. Something that suggested that she would guard the boy and Vance from any more harm - especially after hearing about...well, what Vance said.[/i] [i]There were a few wooden and metal benches against the walls of the Dojo, carved and crafted delicately. Some were in courtyards of their own, suggesting that the Contractees couldn't leap down from above the walls.[/i] "As for introductions - I am Palatine Victoria, Sister of Battle of the Order of Our Martyred Lady, of the Imperium of Mankind. A foreign fighting force dedicated to the survival of humanity in my realm. Of course, I've...likely been replaced and forgotten at this rate."
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"My name's... just Vance. Nothing special about me." [i]He shrugged while picking the boy up, moving him to lay him down on a bench. He'd likely wake up soon, but Vance and Victoria would also likely have a few minutes to converse. He looked back at Victoria, sighing as he sat himself on the ground.[/i] "I also haven't a clue as to what you just said, but why would you be replaced and forgotten?" [i]He was definitely not expecting the answer he was probably about to receive. His own tone was still rather soft, quiet; curious, and a little admiring, too. As Vance spoke to Victoria, he glanced at the sleeping boy periodically, making sure to not be surprise attacked by the boy. He had a plan as to what he would do when the boy woke up; a plan that Victoria would probably not like, but one he would follow through with anyways.[/i]
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"I do not originate from this reality, and my entire unit is... To put it lightly, dead or turned into sex toys for beings beyond our comprehension. Daemons: terrible creatures that serve dark gods of evil proportions. And yet, I... ...I still question how I escaped and lived. The Imperium likely believes that I am among the dead, and thus I have been replaced. There is no possibility that I could return, really.." [i]Victoria sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she recalled the brutality of her soldier's deaths, their screams - everything. She refused to break down in front of Vance: that was a sign of weakness that she couldn't show, even to him.[/i] "Vance is a likable name, I suppose. May I ask...how do you possess the abilities of a pysker? ...Apologies, just a term that the Imperium associates mages with. Where did you learn to possess such abilities?"
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"... I didn't learn them." [i]Vance said flatly as he looked away. He sighed; if Victoria was going to go and reveal her backstory, he might as well explain the reason behind their slaughter of the Contractees.[/i] "In truth... I'm one of the people we were just recently killing," [i]He responded, forcing his voice to be as emotionless as possible.[/i] "Contractees. We all have the same kind of backstory; we've all suffered losses, and felt pure hatred and self loathe. As children, mind you. And... at our weakest times, these... beings. Contractors. They materialize before us, promising us power beyond human comprehension. Power to finally get what we want; finally get revenge." [i]Now, Vance's tone turned bitter, despite his efforts to stay emotionless. It seemed as though he was still unwilling to reveal his own, specific reason for forming the Contract.[/i] "And after the Contract is formed, its magic begins to mutate us. Giving us new both physical and magical capabilities. And the scientists...." [i]He said the word 'scientists' with unmistakeable hatred.[/i] "They're able to detect this chance, able to detect the sudden, massive levels of magic in a human body that indicates the formation of a Contractee. And the scientists set out to kidnap this Contractee before their mutations can take place. Then, they force us into the lab, where they run constant experiments on us. Some of us are turned into mutant monsters. Some of us are killed. Some of us are rаped. Sometimes, all three happen to one person. Either way, as this happens... we still manage to form relationships, because we are still human beings... in a way, I guess." [i]Now, he stops, looking away from Victoria.[/i]
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[i]Victoria remained silent for all of Vance's story, as the entire situation made sense to her: the madness in their eyes, yet the love for each other - the Contractees only had each other: their friends, lovers, and family. She shook her head, sighing as she crossed her arms.[/i] "I'm sorry for asking. Forgive me, if I...brought back any memories. ...What about the boy? Can he recover from this? Can we...help him? I-I can't, I shot his mother dead.."
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[i]Vance turned his face towards the boy, who had begun to stir. He didn't reply to Victoria as the boy opened his eyes; they were an aqua color, filled with the same emotions all Contractees eyes were filled with. A great amount of sorrow, sadness, anger, hatred, tolerance. Upon closer inspection, his hair, which looked brown from a distance due to the amount of dirt and mud the covered it, was actually a pale blond color. As he turned his face towards the Vance and Victoria, his eyes looked confused, as though he was searching for something. After, after a while, he spoke.[/i] "... where's my mom...?" [i]He asked slowly; his voice was soft, quieter even than Vance's. He turned his face to stare at Victoria; it was almost as though he couldn't actually see her face, just... her.[/i] "Are you my mom?" [i]Vance was silent for a moment, looking at Victoria from the corner of his eyes.[/i]
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[i]Victoria remained quiet for a moment, before making her decision.[/i] "...Yes, my child. I-I'm your mother." [i]She closed her eyes after a moment, nodding slowly as she held her armored hands together. Vance could probably recognize the emotion put behind her words, as if the phrase that she had spoken truly meant a lot to her. The Sister of Battle remained silent, awaiting the response from the Contractee child.[/i]
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[i]Vance remained silent, looking over at Victoria before examining the boy a little closer. There was a name tag on his dirty, torn clothes; even covered by mud, it read 'Subject 56: Ike'. Tears slowly rolled down the boy's cheeks as he sat up, staring at Victoria; once again, even though the Sister of Battle probably looked completely different from his actual mother, the boy couldn't seem to be able to tell a difference.[/i] "M-mom... I th-thought you d-died in the invasion...." [i]He let out a sob, before staggering up and hugging Victoria tightly. Meanwhile... Vance didn't really know what to do. And so, he simply stood back and watched passively as the events unfolded.[/i]
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[i]Victoria remained silent as the child - Ike - suddenly engulfed her in the hug, as she merely returned the favor by encasing him in a tight grasp, allowing him to cry into her armored shoulder. A flurry of emotion ran through her mind, as she planted a kiss upon the boy's dirty forehead and placed her hands upon his waist, holding him up to face her.[/i] "...Everything is going to be okay, Ike. I...I promise. Okay, sweetheart? Everything is going to..to be okay." [i]The emotion within Victoria's voice was distinguishable as she then returned to hugging the child, her light blue eyes looking at Vance as she smiled sadly. If the boy didn't recognize her, well...she could always be the parent that he needed, couldn't she?[/i]
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[i]The boy nodded without speaking, loudly sobbing into Victoria's shoulder. After a while of this, he fell asleep again; it seemed as though the boy required a lot of rest, which probably related to his being as a Contractee. Vance gently pried the boy of his newfound mother, laying him down on the bench. Now, he was finally in a situation that was entirely new to him. He looked over at Victoria, before speaking.[/i] "... what're you planning?" [i]He asked, unsure of why anybody would willingly adopt a Contractee.[/i]
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"...Planning?" [i]At once, Victoria's fists clenched tightly, her eyes closing as her mood took a sudden swing. Her tone only revealed a sudden irritation, not a hatred: although she clearly disliked Vance's response.[/i] "What do you think that I'm going to do with him? Turn him into a machine of war, so he can be senselessly slaughtered in the heat of battle? Send him off to the Imperium so that they can pry his remains apart for research? ...I can't just stand idly by while someone like him, who has lost what matters most to him, is in need. I am planning nothing, except to provide the care that he needs. Perhaps additional training in combat, but that will be it. ...I hope that clarifies everything."
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"I–no, of course," [i]Vance replied, backing off. He had a feeling that he'd finally reached his limit, that he'd spoken too much. And so, he lapsed into a period of silence, deciding that it would be unwise to speak anymore. During this silence, he thought to himself; he understood Victoria's words, but wasn't used to people doing anything for Contractees out of kindness. Nobody had ever done anything for the Contractees at the lab. Nobody had ever done anything for himself. And nobody had ever done anything for the Contractees he'd met afterwards... and so he took a peculiar interest in Victoria, for she was the only one to have befriended two Contractees.[/i]
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[i]After what was perhaps a minute of utter silence, Victoria broke the quietness with yet another sigh, opening her blue eyes as she looked upon Vance sadly. She smiled a little, speaking up with a quieter voice so that she did not disturb Ike.[/i] "...I'm sorry, I...just take things too seriously at times. I can't exactly explain why I want to help, it's just...there. Every day in the Imperium and on the battlefield...I just slaughtered. From the wildest of maniacs to the most innocent of civilians, I kept slaughtering. I shot down those that screamed for my blood to be spilt. I shot down those who begged for my mercy. ...I'm.. I'm a monster. I'm no better than the Contractees that attacked us. Yet, I...I want to help people. I want to do something that might make an actual difference, that might benefit something other than a senseless cause that the Imperium supports. I wanted to help Ike, I.. I wanted to help you. I don't mind if you're a Contractee, but you're the closest that I have to an actual ally - no, not an ally, a friend. ...I hope that you understand." [i]Victoria clasped her armored hands together, looking down at her palms and allowing the silence to continue. Perhaps it was best that way, she thought - Vance was the type that she could respect, and thus she would respect his quietness.[/i]
