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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/11/2017 11:58:15 PM
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Bedlam stayed near Sarah, now beginning to worry she'd never stop and go until she dies or something.
"Sarah?!"
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"THEY F**KING DERSERVE IT! YOU GO TO ROBOT HELL! AND YOU GO TO ROBOT HELL!" She yelled.. The Light fragments echoed her words in their own voices, magnifying how loud her yelling was.
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Bedlam laughed maliciously at that whacking away a hundred goblins in a single blow before shaking his head and attempting to calm down. "Sarah, this isn't fixing anything. There's getting out your anger and then there's just being insane. Why don't we try to get the memories back?"
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"She will regain them slowly," Lunar said.
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"Lunar, is letting her continue to kill a good idea or...? I kinda enjoy this."
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"Just let her."
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"Okay."
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/12/2017 6:20:32 AMThe Warlock continued to fight until the last Vex unit was dead. She managed to pull off her helmet. She was sweating bullets, she started to stumble as all the fragments if her light returned to her as she glowed. She started limp over to Bedlam, all the shots that she had tanked in her anger started to weigh her down. She started to black out.
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"Sarah?!" Bedlam ran over and wrapped an arm around her midsection to keep her standing. "Sarah, just calm down and heal, okay? You tanked a lot of hits."
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/18/2017 12:04:31 AM"I'll speed up the process," Lunar replied, scanning her, starting to heal his Warlock. "Her regeneration is going to be slower because the fragments of light she used for those clones are trying to merge back to her light. She might be out for a while," Lunar warned.
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"As long as she'll be okay in the end....At least we don't have to worry about something trying to come and kill her while she's out, right?" Bedlam chuckled.
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Lunar sighed, "She will probably have another nightmare." The Ghost floated around her. "It'll be okay, Warlock."
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"I can take away the nightmare." He shrugged. "I think anyway."
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"Can you?" Lunar asked.
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"I can enter and try to do something to make it not a nightmare...?" Bedlam didn't seem so sure. "I'm not used to using powers constructively."
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"Don't you do that all the time," Lunar asked. The Ghost was concerned for his guardian.
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"Hell no. I'm used to destroying and causing mayhem. But...I like her enough to try and help. So, with your permission, being her ghost, I'll help her."
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"Do your best," the Ghost requested.
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"Eh, this'll be fun." He winked at the ghost in a joking manner before placing his forehead against Sarah's, entering whatever nightmare or dream she may or may not be having.
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[spoiler]Deep s**t incoming.[/spoiler] Since he was fast enough to beat any dreams or nightmares to her mind, he saw it. The representation of herself, truly. It was was rather ridiculously familiar. This image was horrifying. The Warlock looked beat up, covered in scars and open cuts, her armor just as battered as her face, as she kneeled. She was holding up a giant tornado-like pillar of cloud that weighed down on her back along with a layer of the sameclouds that hid the sky or maybe the ceiling. Nothing was helping her hold up the weight, but he saw a few crumpled stone pillars and ruins to her left and right.
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"Oh, Sarah..." Bedlam walked over, if he even could in the dreamscape, an expression of worry. "You're so broken....Can you hear me, Sarah? I'll help you. I know what it's like to be broken and beaten in every way. I'll heal you."
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/12/2017 5:14:00 AM"That's... what they all say," she croaked, "But some pieces.... of them... were swept up. I've been... doing my best. But their l.... support would only... keep it off me... for short periods... of time. Not long enough... for me... to heal...."
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"Mind if I give it a shot?" Bedlam attempted to lift all of the weight off Sarah. "Might kill myself doing this, but eh...I've never let death stop me before."
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"No," her voice was hoarse, "It's my memories. My burden. I don't want to share them." Her gaze fell upon the ruins to her right.
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"Why? Come on, let me share the burden. That's what friends are for, Sarah. They exist to help you when you need it." He followed her gaze before turning back to her. "Let me have it, Sarah. I promise you I won't let you down...and I never promise anything so that means a lot."
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She groaned. She tried to force it back, standing with one knee facing towards the anamoly. This strong knee buckled as the groaned again. She was back to nearly on her hands and knees, "You... won't believe... how much it's grown. And how fast. I can... barely... lift... it... but it's my burden. And everyone... who I let... close enough... to see it... are dead..."
