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1/2/2016 2:58:08 AM
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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?"
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[b]She gives him a spirited look.[/b] [i][u]"Why? To prove to you that I'm a killing machine?"[/u][/i] [i]"Now you've done it..."[/i] [b]The red haired woman seems to know Anumi.[/b] http://loldb.gameguyz.com/images/skins_big_skin_fid_path/miss-fortune-mafia.jpg
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"And may I ask your name, Red?" [i] Lance throws a glance at her, a rather bored look.[/i]
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[i]"Mallana... I used to date Daemi's friend."[/i] [b]She gives him a wink and a playful smile.[/b] [i]"Therefore I know miss purple over there..."[/i] [b]She throughs, the now red, Anumi a nod.[/b]
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"Hmm." [i] Lance mumbles something under his breath before looking at Anumi.[/i] "I asked you because I was curious, not so you can prove me anything."
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[b]Anumi pouts and folds her arms. She turns to Mallana, who only gives her a sheepish smile. Unsure, of what to do with herself, she stands motionless.[/b]
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"If you're angry, take it out on something that can fight back." [i] Lance straightens up and walks towards her.[/i]
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[i][u]"What?! You mean like hit you?! And what?! Solidify that I'm a freak and monster?!"[/u][/i] [b]Mallana rolls her eyes and quickly disappears from the room. Anumi hangs her head, her skin crawling with frustration.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 1/2/2016 9:15:08 AM"Anumi." [i] Lance steps close to her, tilting her head up to look her in her eyes, his icy gaze piercing.[/i] "Stop calling yourself a freak and a monster, You aren't one."
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[b]She pulls away, trying to avoid eye contact. Her voice quiets.[/b] [i][u]"And what's it matter to you...?! Go live your own life and forget about me..."[/u][/i]
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"No." [i] He says bluntly.[/i]
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[i][u]"No? Hmph."[/u][/i] [b]She takes a step backwards only to bump into a newly appeared Damien. He quickly sends a palm to her forehead. It causes her to go limp and collapse into his arms. He doesn't say a word.[/b]
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Edited by Will: 1/3/2016 5:07:50 AM"Mind explaining what that was about?" [spoiler]everything okay, with chemo and what-not?[/spoiler]
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[b]He shakes his head and scoops her up.[/b] [i]"I'll have someone fix the machine."[/i]
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"I don't care about the machine Damien, I'd like to know what your mind erasing Jedi shit you just did was."
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[i]"It's of no concern to you. She will be fine."[/i] [b]He pads into the large hall, his sandals clattering against the metal.[/b]
