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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/17/2018 3:08:34 AM
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David took the seat across from Armillion.
"Alright," he nodded. He sat down.
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[i]Hours later, the castle had fallen silent. The sun shined over Trayve's mountainous landscape, the sky now shaded a deep orange coloring. The silence was interrupted by the door creaking open, as a familiar face would peek in.[/i] "Hey, David- [i]oh dear-![/i]" [i]Camella must've thought that she had intruded upon David, due to the boxers, as her uninjured arm suddenly slammed the door shut. Yet she remained at the door, still.[/i]
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He put on clothes, and his armor within a few minutes. He opened the door, again, "Hello, Camella."
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[i]Camella had changes, only a little, with her being injured in the combative experience that the two had come across. She wore a white gown over her being, a cast slung over her previously poisoned arm.[/i] "Hey.. can I, well, come in?"
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David nodded, "Of course!"
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"Ah," [i]She murmured in a slight pain.[/i] "Thank you. Here.." [i]Camella would then sit down upon the end of the bed, sighing as she groaned.[/i] "Curse this cast. Curse those captors.. oh, if someone was with Julian, this would't have ever happened.."
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"I know. Things are pretty rough, right now. Thanks to a shapeshifting Hunter, Armillion knows where Oliver is," David muttered.
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"Oh no.. oh, dear. Fabio, right? What did Armillion do? Is he rotting in a cell for treason, then?" [i]Camella didn't know.[/i]
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"Fabio is dead, Armillion killed him," David replied, "But. I'm still worried."
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"He.. oh, dear. ...He crushed his skull and twisted his neck, didn't he? Ramien mentioned that he did to an invader of the council.. Ramien being the captain of the Lionknights. Our leader." [i]Camella explained.[/i] "Armillion is a man of war, though. His eye would not turn to the bаstard, yet."
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"Yes. He did. It was rather cruel. Fabio deserved it. That dirty mac bréige," David muttered. "Okay. He really needs to stop swearing in Irish. I think Hyaenis is picking up on some of it. He called Fabio [i]son of a whòre[/i], by the way," Amethyst noted. David stood up, pacing, "Clúdaigh an fúck suas, tú bastard corcra." "You shut up, you Irish bıtch," she yelled. "Fùck amach." Amethyst floated and whispered into Camella's ear. "He has his mother's temper," she whispered.
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"Hyaenis is very educated.." [i]Camella complimented, before she would then whisper to the Ghost.[/i] "It's okay, truly.. ...could he teach me some? I mean, Irish."
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"Yeah, I could," David replied, "But now is not the time." His dark brown hair wasn't as neatly combed as it used to. His blue eyes had clouded over to a pale grey. The Titan was worried. Maybe Armillion knew. Maybe he was going to send someone to investigate. David heaved a sigh. "I hope he doesn't--" he muttered.
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[i]Camella approached David then, placing a hand on his shoulder.[/i] "Calm yourself, sir. It'll be alright. As I said.. Armillion would focus more on the war than them. Even then, I doubt that the scouts would even locate the two."
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"Right...." he sighed. Still, he worried. No message from Lunar, yet. Did they make it to their hiding place, safely? He wondered.
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"...That is good to see, you know. That you care. They're family, but.. well, some people in Trayve just don't care for each other." [i]Camella sighed, patting David on the shoulder.[/i] "I'll advise against sending troops. He asks for my input too, you know."
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David nodded, understanding, "I hope they're doing okay. Maybe I'll visit them when I am able."
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"Certainly. But for now.." [i]Camella sighed, shaking her head a little.[/i] "Listen, you wouldn't mind if I stayed by, would you? Me being a cripple, and all. I'll sleep in a chair, if you want."
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"No... you should sleep in the bed. You're injured, you need comfort," David told Camella. "I'll sleep in a chair," he told her, "Camella, you need rest more than I do." Such a gentleman. A fine young man. He seemed to fine with sleeping in a chair.
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"You're so stubborn.." [i]Camella mentioned, lying upon the bed then.[/i] "So stubborn but caring, too. I hope.. I hope to see you lead a good cause. I know, you don't want to. No good man does, but.. but truly good men do things that inspire generations of prosperity."
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David sighed, "I don't know. I don't know how to help these people at this time. I want to help them. I don't know how."
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"You should be getting more sleep at this rate. You sound exhausted.." [i]Camella then mentioned, her left eyebrow slightly raised.[/i]
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"Right... today's been exhausting... mostly mentally," David shrugged. He sat down at the foot of the bed.
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"Shhh. You'll be alright." [i]Camella would say, looking up at David as she laid down.[/i] "Do you need a pillow, sir?"
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"Please... don't call me sir," David muttered, "I'm... going to try not to think of my siblings..."
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"It's just a.. courtesy. Sorry." [i]Camella murmured then.[/i] "I just.. respect you more, that's all."
