No choice.
[b]He pulls out a yellow and orange pill, swallowing them whole. He throws his shotgun and bag down off to the side, and draws his sword[/b]
Ember, buddy, we don't have to do this.
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[b]Ember kicks his feet, still lying on the ground, he's trying to say something.[/b]
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Edited by Forum Therapist: 1/16/2016 1:08:27 PM[b]He cautiously walks up to Ember, putting a hand on his shoulder[/b]
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"A...ah...niu...hyu.."
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What's my name then?
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"He-hiy-help..." [b]He makes a demonstration of slamming his fist into his fore arm, then acting like he's gonna fall asleep. He's trying to communicate.[/b]
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You're controlling it... [b]He rushes over go his bag and pulls out a ready to use syringe, and flicks the liquid in it[/b] I don't know foreign languages, but I think this is what you were pantomiming.
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[b]He snarls at him, but makes a hand motion to give it and points to his arm.[/b]
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I take it the satire isn't appreciated. [b]He puts the needle in your arm, and pushes the plunger[/b] Now, just to expedite the process, you might feel a slight sting... [b]He holds up his sword, lines up a shot, and slams the hilt into the back of your head[/b]
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[b]He collapsed to the ground.[/b] [spoiler]Time skip to when he wakes up[/spoiler]
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[b]You wake up in a dorm room, in a bed in the corner[/b]
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[b]He rubs his eyes, groaning.[/b]
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You awake yet?
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"Hell happened?"
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That's what I want to know. [i]He walks in from the side of your vision[/i] What [i]did[/i] happen.
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"Um, Cyra...and...blackout...Luna has to...no other choice."
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Hey hey hey, slow down. Start at the beginning.