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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/25/2018 3:25:17 AM
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[i]She almost didn’t want to pull herself out of the bed, it was probably the nicest feeling she’d had since before everything went to hell. Eventually, though, she stood up, and shivered, the floor a little too cold for her. Nonetheless, she stretched to make sure everything was really healed, and despite a little bit of stiffness, she felt actually half-normal again. Finding that all was well, she turned to room’s mirror, and fixed her hair, pulling part of it down to cover her blind eye. Her past made these new flaws rather painful to her. As satisfied as she would be, she slunk out into the tavern, making nigh a sound. Still in the same bloodied and torn clothes, she did look better, much more a member of the land of the living, though she began to think that maybe something less exposing would be more appropriate.[/i]
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The door led straight into a hallway which connected to the main tavern bar and breakfast. A guest room. However, as soon as she exited, she was pushed back by the same woman from before. "[i]They'll think we're murderers with clothes like that, here![/i]" The woman shoved a plain white tee and sweatpants at her guest, before closing the door, and running off. It seemed that the tavern was busy, and she wouldn't have much time to talk. Perhaps the door had an alarm of sorts for when it was opened.
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[i]She was a little startled by the woman who’d randomly showed up, but nonetheless she was grateful for the gift of clean clothes that didn’t smell like dried blood and burned flesh. She backed back into her room, and changed into the clothes she’d been given, tossing her others straight into the trash can in the guest room. Now with at least clean and warm clothes, she attempted to walk out again, heading down the hallway and towards the main tavern.[/i]
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When she exited the hall, the woman was already gone, dancing around the tables with plates of food in an elegant fashion. People cheered and drank, especially to the music of a bard by the fire. It was... Warm. That was how to describe it. Everyone seemed on good terms with each other, at least. The large man, seemingly stone cold from before had warms up, gesturing to an empty table with a grunt. He moved from behind the bar, as no one was there anyways and took at seat at the mentioned table. "Take a seat, we'll get you some... Well, I hope you can eat it."
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[i]It was a welcome change from the rather dark world of an assassin. She hadn’t often been in places like this unless she was there to bed and kill someone. That probably wasn’t something she wanted to bring up... As he sat down and gestured to her, she smiled politely and took a seat opposite of him.[/i]
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[spoiler]Sorry, cleared notifs on accident. [/spoiler] The man looked at her, as his companion placed a plate of pancakes in front of him with a head pat, and a rather nasty looking smoothy in front of the woman, tan and white in color. "We... Figured solid food would be hard. It's just what I have in front of me with some milk and water." He leaned back with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers, and placing the paper and pencil in front of her. "So. What happened?"
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[i]The smoothie had not been something she expected, the color reminding her a little too much of a cadaver. Perhaps waiting with it would be the best... As for the pencil and paper, she took it, and hesitantly began to write. After a few minutes, she slid the paper around so he could read it.[/i] [b]If you’re going to get rid of me after this, I understand. You’ve already been far too kind to me. Someone who I thought I could trust betrayed me and handed me over to someone who I’d wronged in the past. He proceeded to torture me for information on the man who betrayed me, and I admitted to him that I had also been the one to have wronged him. He wanted to make me suffer for what I did to his daughter and I can’t blame him. He dumped me here when he finished, I think. [/b]
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Dale listened with a blank expression, stone cold. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it wasn't long after she spoke that the man responded to her words. "His daughter?" Several seconds went by, and he took a bite of the food laid before him, and continued, leaning across the table to look at her. "Am I harboring a criminal, Ms.?"
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[i]There was a long pause, and she looked down and away from him. This was a moment of an internal struggle she’d never had to deal with, but something kept telling her that now was the the time to be honest. She wrote on the paper a single word before handing it over to him.[/i] [b]Yes.[/b] [i]She expected the worst.[/i]
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Instead, the man leaned back, rubbing his forehead. He once was a criminal, under much less pain than she was, but he still hated the cold cell he was placed in. Wiping the sweat off his hand on his shorts, he spoke again. "You said you don't blame the man. Who was he?" Dale was keen to get information. Mostly so if he encountered the torturer, he wouldn't get tortured himself. That said, he was also curious. It seemed the criminal statement went by undetected. Perhaps he was biding time until he knew what he wanted. "And why?"
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[i]She took the paper back, and hesitated for a moment, before swallowing and deciding to continue her honesty. After a few moments of writing, again she turned the paper to him.[/i] [b]I used to be an assassin. I was part of an ancient organization, I had been brought into it by the man who led it. He saw promise in me, he said. He raised me to use my body to manipulate people, seduce for information and kill. I liked it for a while. Before this, I was assigned to demoralize the man who did this to me to keep him from respecting the regulations of his government. I was to aid in the kidnapping of his daughter and her sale into prostitution. I did, and I[/b] [i]She stopped writing, and slid the paper over. Admitting to acts as such were not easy, and she wasn’t exactly in the position to want to be dead, or thrown out onto the streets again.[/i]
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The large man simply stated at the paper. He wasn't keeping a criminal with him, he was keeping a monster. Unlike the deep voice before, it came out as a small whisper, as if he was deciding his position in his head. "You..." His right hand was under the table, to hide the clenched fist shape. The other was calm, but placed on his lap. "[i]Liked[/i] it?" Memories of his crime flooded him, which he quickly calmed, but not before Dale saw the man's face, caved in, dripping in blood. "Do you realize the weight you are carrying? For all I know, you could just be trying to get on my side, then stab me for my money, take my wife and leave... But I'll give this a chance. Obviously, you're not in the position to be killing. Three days, you can rest, maybe find a job, get back on your feet. After that... You should leave."
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[i]She nodded, and after a moment of looking away from the man before her, she took her paper back and wrote once more.[/i] [b]I can’t hurt you... not after this kindness, not after your wife’s kindness. I have nothing and no one here.[/b] [i]She wrote nothing more, knowing that this was probably a little better than she expected. Nonetheless, she was still afraid, not wanting to be cast out so quickly and found to be alive by anyone who knew Inferno.[/i]
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"Then we understand. You look like you want to change, and your honesty helps, but I can't be too safe. Not here, in a world of killers and demons." He got up, pushing the last of his drink and pancakes down his throat and wiping his mouth with a sigh. "Maybe in a few weeks I'll check back, give me a progress report or something."
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[i]She nodded, understanding his point. She could not fault him for cautiousness. Nonetheless, this meant she had to get out and go find a way to get some money, some gear, and something to defend herself. If the men who betrayed her knew she was there, she knew they would be after her.[/i]
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"Until then, you can come here for a few meals, but not a place to sleep. I'll break the news to my wife after you go." He stuck out the abnormally large hand, the other placed in his pocket. "Deal?"
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[i]She nodded and offered her own hand. This was better than nothing, but now she was out a place to lay low. Now she was generally back to square one. So much for getting anywhere...[/i]
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[spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah if that’s ok [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No Problem. Does this mean I can't do the plot lmao[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nah. I’m tailoring to a certain interaction for her and everyone can still partake in all of this.[/spoiler]
