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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2018 3:59:33 AM
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"...lot of siblings, huh? I have.. none. What do your siblings have to do with the current situation, though?"
[i]Hyaenis questioned, confused almost by David's counting.[/i]
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"How do you think I'm going to distract Latrans?" David asked.
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"...[i]Oh[/i]. I see, I see. Say, you could use your.. partner, I suppose, as well. Not use, but.. Latrans should have visited Camella by now." [i]Hyaenis mentioned:[/i]
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"Camella is dealing with enough. She needs rest," David decided.
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"Very well." [i]At that, Hyaenis would sigh, though he would pocket his hands and nod towards David then.[/i] "Ready whenever you are."
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"Yes... we must get on that right away... but... this has been sort of a rough start, okay. Rest... I need some rest," David spike.
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"Rest granted. The palace is your home, for.. a time. I trust that lady Camella shall come to visit sometime this afternoon."
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"She is?" David asked, "That's wonderful!"
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"Wonderful indeed, though be wary!" [i]Hyaenis stated, suddenly.[/i] "Your attackers may not be so.. well, simple, another time."
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"That's rather.... haunting..." David replied.
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"Paranoia inspires action. Good or bad actions, but action nonetheless. Go ahead and find a place to stay, for a time."
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He nodded. David wandered through the palace.
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[i]The palace that belonged to the King of Lions was vast, large, and endless, while the royal rooms of the children, advisors, Lionknights, and the king, were locked away. There were a few visitor's rooms, though Julian's and Camella's rooms seemed to be "under investigation" at the time. David wouldn't be able to access them, for some odd reason..[/i]
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He walked to a visitor's room. He opened, the door, seeing what was inside.
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[i]The room was, to be frank, quite simplistic for one to reside within, though comfortable yet. Some books, a window for the view beneath, a dresser and a decent bed, and a weapon rack.[/i]
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He took off his armor, Amethyst having already stored his sword. He flopped onto the bed, wearing only a T-shirt and some boxers. He was exhausted, and stressed.
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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.
