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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/1/2018 1:38:36 AM
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"What?!"
Bedlam blinked a few times, taking a small step back.
"Sorry, spaced out."
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She cleared her throat "Yeah, noticed that"
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[spoiler]Remember kid... I’m watchin’ you. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Just to spite you[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You won’t do it. I guarantee it. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*laughs in cringe*[/spoiler]
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He got a little red in the face. "Yeah, so...." Bedlam averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck.
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"....I dunno. I'm single now, too. Just seems a bit awkward." She said, laughing a little and looking down
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"Sorry, I'll stop. I didn't mean to...y'know, do anything." Bedlam nervously laughed. "I guess I'll go?"
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"C'mon." She said, as if making up her mind ".....just stay, for a while."
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"Oh, alright. Not like I have anywhere to go." He shrugged, sitting down on the ground with a groan. "I'm rather tired from all that tourney sh*t still."
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"Let's not talk about it." She said quickly, to change the subject "So what's been going on with you?"
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"Trying to figure out why my eyes turned blue and why the hell I can't do most of what I could before. I feel like a defenseless moron now."
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She shrugged "Not complaining here."
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He shook his head. "I'm more worried about my friend Panta than myself honestly. She has no ability to defend herself so what happens if I can't protect her?"
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"Teach her to fight." She said, shrugging
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"Yeah, a tiny 15 year old girl is going to fight off people like us without any powers." He said sarcastically.
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"I didn't have any powers when I went up against a super-human guy and gal, plus their squad of troopers." She pointed out "Powers dont mean shit"
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"Did you have training with firearms, big guns, and advanced armor?"
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"Just my rifle, and my improvised armor." She said "It wasn't really training."
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"Huh. Luck also takes people pretty far...Either way, Panta isn't a fighter. She's just a little girl, Alpha."
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"I was too." She said, softly "....I wish I was a little girl, before all of this"
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"Then you understand why I want to protect her. I want her to stay above all the Dojo sh*t. I want her to keep that innocence."
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Edited by Xeno: 1/3/2018 5:23:32 AM“I CAN RELATE, BED-FUСK!” In a space between heartbeats, the door was ripped off its hinges as it flew across the space of the room. A hulking mass of black armor hung with grim illustrations of death and destruction emerged through the doorway. A large firearm was held in his right hand, in the approximate design of a pistol and sharing the same dark metal as his armor. His helmet was a grinning skull, bleached white with eyes of oblivion. “LISTEN HERE, YOU EDGY MEATBAG! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET ALL LOVEY-DOVEY-TOUCHY-FEELY WITH MY [i]illegitimate[/i] DAUGHTER?! GUESS AGAIN, YOU SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG MOTHERFUСKER!” Another heartbeat moment and the imposing figure fired a shot aimed for Bedlam, it’s large casing streaking fire in its wake.
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The round bounced off a small blue barrier. Bedlam just stared at the person in utter confusion. "What? Wait, how am I edgy compared to you, the guy dressed in full black with a large *ss gun?"
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The raucous man clamped the pistol to his side, it joining the many other weapons adorning his broad figure. He titled his head like a mutt would do when hearing a queer noise. “You’re a magic user, eh? That’s what that bullet shield was, I’m assuming. There’s way too many of your folk around these parts. Damn shame.” He repositioned his head and spread his arms in a taunting manner. “Anywho, you’re my target, dude. So, what is it you do? You a pyromancer? Psychokinetic? One of those fuсkers that can scream people off cliffs?”
