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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/29/2018 12:25:28 PM
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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."
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"I do not want such praise," David replied. He closed his eyes, bowing his head. His dark brown hair was slightly messier than when it when its was neatly combed. Strays drooped down. The man was silent, for a few minutes. When spoke again, it was a rather, unusual statement, "I have 12 siblings."
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/4/2018 12:44:53 AM"...I would never know that feeling. I have only one, a younger sibling.. last I heard, she was whоring her life away." [i]Camella sighed, shaking her head.[/i] "I haven't told my elderly father of her actions. No matter, it is my issue and mine alone."
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Edited by Splashback77: 2/9/2018 3:51:39 AM"I'm glad I haven't been in contact with my father in a while with everything that's been going on in both Tatakais," David sighed, "He would be rather... pissed off." He heaved a sigh, "Of the twelve siblings that I have, only five of them are my blood realtives. The rest.... are from different realities than me. Of my blood siblings, I'm the youngest. The two oldest of them are the twins: Rose and Jack. Then there's Iris, the lone one. There was Kyren... and Allyson..." David teared up a bit as he mentioned their names. He sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. He shivered, as tears began to fill up his eyes, his voice becoming less calm and more shaken, and sounded a pitch or two higher, "K-kyren, Allys-son, and I... we were... a set of triplets... I.. I'm lucky... to remember them at all. I was... was the only one that... that lived of those three." He calmed down, again, wiping away his tears, "I... I... rarely tell that to anyone."
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[i]Camella fell silent as she then listened to David, her eyes then widening a little, as she crossed her hands together in her silent demeanor. When he finished the story, she would rise up from underneath the covers, stand up, and then approach him and kneeled down in front of him. The knightess took David's hand then, with her unbroken one, sighing.[/i] "...When I was younger, my mother used to say "Remember me, dear". I.. I never found out why, at that age. Now I know. Infection took over her being, and we were too poor.. too poor to save her. Father drunk himself into a stupor as she begged for help, while mother would lay in bed, puking and crying and bleeding. Amy.. I kept her away from the room. I couldn't let her see.. mother. Then she.. then she never woke up from it. My father, he.. he didn't care for her. Her body sat in the guest room for a day. U-Until I retrieved a guardsmen and had it brought out. F-Father was drunk and stupid.. he was put on trial. When we were alone, before he was sent away.. he threatened to twist my head off so quickly, that it would.." [i]Camella fell silent, then, for a moment.[/i] "...I'm sorry, David. ...it's a story I've never told anyone. But you, because I respect you, I trust you with my life, I.. ...I'm sorry."
