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1/5/2016 12:05:34 AM
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[b]Damien stomps in, sees her and flushes. He doesn't see many naked females. Though, his mask gives nothing away. Realizing he's made to much noise to get away with hiding, he quickly moves to a random locker, pretending he is searching for something.[/b]
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Nora cleans her legs. "Damien? That you?"
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[b]He voice is quiet and shaky.[/b] [i]"I suppose so... Just looking for... Uhm..."[/i] [b]He pushes his hair down and shuffles his feet.[/b] [i]"Just look for..."[/i] [b]He opens a locker and quickly pulls out a pair of glasses that certainly aren't his.[/b] [i]"Found my ocular sights! Yes, that's what I was looking for..."[/i]
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"Glad you found it, Damien. You showering as well?"
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[b]He blinks slowly under his mask.[/b] [i]"Uhm... I haven't bathed with hydrogen hydroxide in a long time. I'm unclear on whether I should say a positive or negative to the statement."[/i] [b]She rubs his shoulder in uncomfortable uncertainty. He turns towards the shower, making sure not to look at Nora.[/b]
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"Huh. You must smell like shit."
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[i]"Less so... I use other things besides water."[/i] [b]He shrugs. Guessing there isn't a way out of the the situation, he throws his coat on a hangar and begins to peel away his metal played armor.[/b] [i]"Might as well give it a good attempt..."[/i]
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"Good."
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[b]When the rest of the armor is off, it reveals paled skin and a thin frame. It's outlined by a muscular build and long limbs. He pulls his mask of revealing his yellow eyes and grinless face. Every moment causes his muscles to ripple as if they are under water. He steps into the showers and flicks on the cold water of an over-hanging shower head. It pours down on him, much to his displeasure.[/b] [i]"I prefer my core removant. Less hassle."[/i] [b]He pushes his hair back and it falls into wet spikes.[/b] [i]"So, what brought you to the vessel... Besides your father?"[/i]
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"I've been to and fro every shithole in the universe before I arrived here. Figured I could try to find a home."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/5/2016 1:20:03 AM[b]Damien turns to Nora, accidentally looking at her figure. He wipes his face hide a possible blush.[/b] [i]"Sounds unoptimized."[/i]
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"It was. And it's fine, Damien. I don't care."
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[i]"I don't understand what you mean..."[/i] [b]He pushes his hands onto his neck. He seems to wince at the touch and quickly puts his hands down. He looks like a child, unsure what to do. He simply stands there in the water.[/b]
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"Do you want me to leave?"
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[b]He shakes his head.[/b] [i]"No you are fine... I have pondered though... Are you from Prillion... You don't share your father's how do we say... Posturized past."[/i]
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"Posturized?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 1/5/2016 2:20:19 AM[i]"You don't stand to equip hell wind or the WOD. And you really don't share his physique. Though I suppose that's good in humanity's view unless you are male."[/i]
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"I was raised on Prillion. Granted, before the Viral Death. And my father was a Mage; my mother was a human. Wasn't born as a Mage, took my mothers gene. And if I took my fathers, I would have a much greater crave for dark meat and sex."
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[b]Damien cocks an eyebrow and grins in amusement.[/b] [i]"You share his fire."[/i] [b]Damien plops down onto the floor, clearly more comfortable. He rests his long arms on his knees.[/b] [i]"So... Are you enjoying this "new home"?"[/i]
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"As much as my father enjoyed my mothers death, and the consequential suicide of my siblings."
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[b]Damien's grin quivers but stays plastered on his checks.[/b] [i]"There is always a silver lining... Even if you have to cut a limb off for it. Happy endings don't exist."[/i] [b]Damien leans back on the wall. The water rushes over him.[/b]
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"You know, I've never heard anyone say something more bloody brilliant in one sentence."
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[i]"It's something my brother said while arguing with my father. My maternal guidance's passing caused many losses in my family as well. And our caretaker after our parents was eventually killed as well. Enoch was his name. My uncle."[/i]
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"Me and my old man were talking of what happened on Prillion just the other day. Enoch, Malform, you, Rairdriar, Zal... He's a broken man. The death of your sister, destroyed him. Up until now, he thought all of his offspring were dead, and his wife's chest was crushed by a fūcking salt lick... He can't take this anymore. Verging on suicide."
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[b]Damien cocks an eyebrow.[/b] [i]"Malform is no longer the threat... Lucien is winning his internal struggle. As for Val... At the end of this... I intend to retrieve her. The price will be heavy however. Are you okay with her? I'm not sure she wants to interrupt family feelings."[/i] [b]Damien pushes back his hair and tilts his head in his normal fashion.[/b] [i]"I don't understand you... I have watched so many tales unfold before my eyes... Yet yours... I see nothing. Though... I haven't been able to read many people lately."[/i] [b]Damien closes his eyes and his grin disappears.[/b] [i]"I won't hide it... I am dying. The first time may have been a trick... But what comes next surpasses reality. I can't protect anyone anymore. My promise to you was only to make myself feel better. I certainly have enjoyed my stay however..."[/i] [b]He gives Nora a playful look.[/b] [i]"And you ma'dam... Are quite the trouble-maker. Such a tease."[/i] [b]He stands up and turns his shower off. He snaps his fingers causing the moisture to erupt off his body.[/b] [i]"Let's keep this between us..."[/i] [b]His grin has long since turned to a scowl. It's as inhuman and fake. It's atrocious and broken.[/b]
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"Bye, my friend. I should hope to see you in a time soon. And thank you, I needed someone to speak to."
