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1/2/2016 2:28:31 AM
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[i][u]"Cause they don't make you a... Monster."[/u][/i]
[b]Her words are sour and spiteful. They seem directed at something else.[/b]
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"Anumi... I am a monster in every sense of the word." [i] He says with a half smile.[/i] "But it's because they remind me of what I've come from, and how I'm a better person because of them. It doesn't make you a monster Anumi, it makes you a better person."
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[b]She stands up, her voice rising.[/b] [i][u]"I didn't get a choice! If I could... I would take it back! I was punished for being myself and now... I'm a weapon... Something only to cause destruction..."[/u][/i]
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[i] Lance stands up, wrapping her in a hug, a warm and friendly, protective embrace.[/i] "Anumi, if i could take back some of the things I've done, I would too. But I can't, and neither can you. You can't dwell on the past, because it'll rip you from the inside out." [i] Lance grimaces at that statement, considering that's exactly what he was doing earlier.[/i] "You've got to live in the present Anumi, not your memories." [i] He says into her ear, his arms around her.[/i]
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[b]She doesn't return the embrace. Her skin feels cold and tense. Her words become spiked.[/b] [i][u]"I wish I could forget... Move on. But my past is already catching up to me. There's no use in trying, not if just comes back around."[/u][/i]
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"What do you mean it's catching up to you?" [i] He asks, looking her in her eyes.[/i]
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[i][u]"They're coming back. One of them got on aboard... It won't be the last."[/u][/i]
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"Was that what took Lucien?"
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[i][u]"No. Lucien was taken by Damien's enemy. Doesn't matter though... We are fighting a losing war."[/u][/i]
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"Yeah..I've been on the wrong side of those too many times." [i]He lets her go, sitting back down on the bed.[/i] "Have you talked to Damien about this?"
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[u][i]"He knows..."[/i][/u] [b]Her eyes seem strained and hurt.[/b] [i][u]"He tries to remind of the good things... But I can't see many, not anymore... His kind words only make me feel worse."[/u][/i]
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[i] Lance lays his hand on top of hers, a reassuring gesture.[/i] "There's only one person who can make everything okay in your mind Anumi."
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[i][u]"Yes. I'm aware."[/u][/i] [b]She frowns, uneased by the contact.[/b]
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"Well, two, but I won't do that." [i]He mumbles, standing up.[/i]
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[b]She shrugs. Her silence says more than just words. Her face has turned stiff and bitter.[/b]
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[spoiler]Damn, I was kinda hoping she'd comment on that.[/spoiler] [i]Lance runs a hand through his hair, conflicting mentally with himself.[/i]
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[i][u]"I'm going to go train..."[/u][/i] [b]She pulls herself off the bed and heads to her bathroom. She re-enters the room a moment later in her standard purple skirt and shirt. Her rifle is strapped to her back.[/b]
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"Do you wanna be alone?"
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[b]She shrugs again, walking out the door.[/b]
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[i] Lance sighs quietly, silently following.[/i]
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[b]The training hall is virtually empty, except for a red haired woman in a mafia style get-up. She fires her Tommy gun blankly at targets, hitting and missing as she goes. Anumi dials up her own settings to 45/45. It's high and the targets are set for high speed, something a sniper just can't handle in 20 seconds.[/b]
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[spoiler]oh, hey (: [/spoiler] [i] Lance leans against the wall and crosses his arms, watching.[/i]
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[spoiler]Sorry... Chemo was brutal today.[/spoiler] [b]Instead of pulling out her sniper, Anumi slowly trots to the center. She stands in the center waiting for the simulation to start.[/b]
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[spoiler]no worries, hope everything is okay.[/spoiler] [i]Lance continues to watch curiously.[/i]
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[b]As the targets star appearing, Anumi slams a fist into the ground. All the targets present jitter then fall to pieces. She leaves a small crater where her fist has impacted. Hidden power. The machine doesn't even register the rest of the targets before giving a broken score of 948/45. The red-haired woman whistles in amazement.[/b] [i]"That's my girl..."[/i]
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[i]Lance raises his eyebrows, but says nothing about it.[/i] "How good are you with a blade?"
