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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 3, 2013 17:10:35 GMT -5
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You landed a blow taking him off guard, point for you. You looked him the face before you felt a sharp pang of pain. You jerk back quickly watching his knife come out of your shoulder just below your collarbone. You drop your weapon, hearing the sharp clanking of metal hitting the hard ground, your eyes widening up as you look down to the ground were blood was dropping. You clench the wounded area, ignore the other two wounds, those were like pesky paper cuts.
Of course, now you find yourself scooting back; you shake your head and look back at Jack if your took out your other weapon there was no telling how much damage that would do to your new wound now.
This is the second time you’ve been cornered.
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 4, 2013 22:01:51 GMT -5
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JACK: Listen, just give up.
JACK: Make this easy on yaself and tha kid.
JACK: So long as ya in my custody, ya kid won't get hurt. An trust me, my superior will find him and he will lose a lot more than a hand.
JACK: I don't think ya want that now do ya? So what will it be? Will ya stand down? Or will you drag yer kid into this? Who mostly likely will die a horrible an painful death.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 4, 2013 22:13:37 GMT -5
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Your stomach curls in fear and anger at the underhand threat. Your head bows down you grind your teeth together as you tighten your hand on your wound. Neither side was getting what they want at least not until now. An unspoken weakness of yours now came up, he has you were he wanted you. In chess you’re pretty sure this is where a person says checkmate.
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JENY: Fine.
JENY: You’ve got me.
==> JENY: Take a swing
It took a lot for you to say that. Your jaw clenched up it really started to hurt; your words came out into low growls but enough to be understood. Luckily the man didn’t know where Wong was located so he was safe for now.
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 4, 2013 22:42:46 GMT -5
==> Smile with Satisfaction You did your best rubbing in the fact that you won this one into her face. You grinned so wide, showing off your terrible jagged teeth.
JACK: Good. Glad ya see things my way.
Jack: Follow me, we're gonna hafta meet that other halfway. Oh and try to run and I'll send my guys to find that kid and show him a good time.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 4, 2013 22:50:37 GMT -5
==> JENY: Furiousity
His grin grew and your frown deepened. You slow get up and for a moment you freeze when he talked about your bro.
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JENY: No! You leave him alone!
JENY: Aren’t I enough!
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Your free hand clenches up into a first ready to take a swing, but you knew you shouldn’t. You look at were you’ve dropped your swords, it was useless to try to pick them up considering you can’t use your other weapon injured like this and he has one he could use right away.
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JENY: Leave him alone…
JENY: Please. I’ll make sure to keep up with you.
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 4, 2013 22:56:43 GMT -5
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JACK: I won't hurt him. But that don't mean my Boss won't when she gets sick of these kids.
JACK: He's goin' ta die anyways. Everyone is.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 4, 2013 23:02:05 GMT -5
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You stay silent; death isn’t something these kids need to know now at such a young age. You look up, you knew death. Looking back at Jack he started to move and you followed quietly behind him looking behind you watching the semi bed.
Stay safe until I break away, you think as you look forward once more.
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 4, 2013 23:10:50 GMT -5
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JACK: Ya know just because yer a prioner of Derse that ain't mean I aian't inclined to talk or ask question.
JACK: Ya must have a lot. An ya don't got no answers. Sides' it ain't like ya ain't got nothing better ta do.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 4, 2013 23:15:16 GMT -5
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You let out a heavy sigh at his comment, was he playing good cop bad cop? Guess this would be a better time than ever to get answers to questions.
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JENY: Yeah you’re right.
JENY: Ok, first off what are you?
JENY: You don’t look human.
JENY: Do you have a name?
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Not quite where you wanted to start at, but it’s better to start off with light conversation first right?
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 4, 2013 23:37:02 GMT -5
> Jack: Answer Questions. Well you've done your job, might as well. You don't have anything better to do until The Queen gives you the name and location of the next Guardian.
JACK: No I ain't one of you guys. We are carapacians. See there are two planets, one is called Prospit where all the Pansies live. An there's my planet, Derse. Tha players use out planets as a dreamworld. They are tha princes and princesses of these dream planets.
JACK: Prospit is all nice a gold and light and Bluh. While Derse is more darker and as you call it, unpredictable.
JACK: I guess Prospit's job is ta help tha kids, my job is to sabotage. So ya gotta understand. I hafta do this. Whether I want ta or not.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 4, 2013 23:52:48 GMT -5
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Your bro was royalty? You look up trying to imagine the grace he would need. No, it wasn’t a very pretty sight. But it was kind of sad to see that he’s stuck in a spot whether he likes it or not, this was all against his own will for someone else’s gain.
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JENY: Interesting… Next question!
JENY: What is this game about?
==> JENY: Feel something off?
Something suddenly didn’t feel right. Were your eyes going slightly blurry? It must be from all this trama to your body, the adrenaline rush was starting to go away. Now you were realizing how tired you were. Just a few more questions then you’ll let your mind and body rest.
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 5, 2013 0:32:28 GMT -5
JACK: Ya'll trying ta make another universe of course. Why would ya play tha game and destroy your own planet and race for?JACK: If ya win, I heard tha players will become gods of yer universe.
JACK: I mean, yer universe was made by some players doing tha same exact thing.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 5, 2013 0:37:40 GMT -5
==> JENY: Shocked?
Earth was destroyed? Your eyes open up in shock. Wait, you don’t quite have a strong faith in something out there, like some man in a beard, but something has protected you for this long. It couldn’t be these people?
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JENY: Well, I wasn’t expecting that answer.
JENY: This is quite some game.
JENY: So, then why can’t I stay back to help my brother?
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Post by Jack Noir on Mar 5, 2013 0:52:09 GMT -5
JACK: Let's see if I can makes this simple.
JACK: Ya see, tha game is nearly impossible to win. So it doesn't matter whether ya help your kid or not.
JACK: To be honest, My boss likes ta mess wit' tha players. She knows some of them have dangerous godtiers. Their titles. Yer kid is the Heir of Doom. An I will tell ya that's not very good. Not at all.
JACK: The game was designed mostly ta teach the player ta become a better them, and for ya to lose at tha same time. An I will tell ya, ya might as well forfeit. This session is so messed up. There sin't no point in fixin' it. Real bad glitch if ya catch my drift.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Mar 5, 2013 1:05:34 GMT -5
==> JENY: x2 Shocked?
An impossible game? Messing with the players? Heir of Doom? This is such an unusual game, you think to yourself as you narrow your eyes in thought.
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JENY: Talking to the wrong person to forfeit.
JENY: I believe these kids can win.
JENY: From what I hear and seen they have enough spirit to get through.
JENY: Are we getting close?
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Once more you look behind you, the area you’ve landed into this land was gone, you both must’ve made it far enough. Your stomach curls in fear for what’s ahead, but you are true to your word, these kids can get through this game.
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