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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/3/2016 2:06:02 AM
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Huh?
[u]Po wipes his nose, and looks at the blood.[/u]
Bah, I'll be fine. If I have to I'll just switch bodies. Come on, gimme another!
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Alright.... [b]I slide you another shot[/b]
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[u]Po grabs it giddily and downs it in one gulp. He starts to laugh while hiccuping. Suddenly, his hands start to glow with energy. The blood on his hands start to reform, making tons of tiny Po's. Po stares at the tiny Po's, dumbfounded.[/u] I.... I didn't know my healing powers could recreate myself...
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Alright.. Either Somebody slipped something into my drink, or there are tiny people on my table...
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I think there are tiny people on your table...
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Not again...
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[u]Po looks at you. Parts of his face are starting to melt.[/u] Can... Can I have another? I think I may be addicted...
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I wouldn't suggest that... Actually, let's get the opinions of... Well.. You. [b]I look down at the tiny people[/b]
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[u]The tiny people have started to dance. They pay no attention to you asking them a question. Po is suddenly extremely serious.[/u] Give me a drink. Now.
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[b]I'm too drunk to notice that it is becoming a problem[/b] Alright... Jeez.. [b]I hand you another shot[/b]
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[u]Po downs it, slowly becoming more and more intoxicated.[/u] It isn't enough... [u]He makes a grab for the bottle, then attempts to down it in one chug.[/u]
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[b]I realize what's going on[/b] Alright.. That's it. You need to stop.. Something isn't right..
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[u]Po swats your hand away, cuddling the bottle like a baby and it's pacifier. He's drained the bottle halfway. Black mist is coming out of him freely, the dead rising all around him.[/u] This... Ishzz. Mine... Now.
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This has gotten out of hand... [b]I try to grab the bottle from you[/b]
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[u]Po suddenly swats at you with extreme vigor. His eyes are red, dripping with blood. He hisses at you with a screechy voice.[/u] Nooooo. This is mine now... Go away.....
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Ok, Now you're freaking me out. [b]Give me the bottle[/b]
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[u]Po's face has become gaunt and pale. Black mist is flooding out of his clothes. As you try and take the bottle, Po pulls out his sacrificial knife.[/u] Stay... Away... From me.... This is.... Mine
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[b]The sight of the knife causes me to sober[/b] Po... Stand down. You've definitely had way to much, and I have no idea what this is doing to you.. [b]I draw my swords in defense[/b]
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[u]Po is oblivious to your swords.[/u] STAY AWAY! THIS.... IS..... MINE! [u]Po swings his arm at you, sending a wave of blackened lightning at you. As it collides with objects, it leaves perfectly disintegrated slashes in them. He is slowly losing control of his power. [/u]
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[b]I hold my swords up instinctively[/b] Po, [b]you need to stop.[/b] Think about what you are doing right now!
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[u]Po is slowly returning to a state of panic. the electricity arcs off of your swords, mangling their edges. Po appears to be crying.[/u] I didn't ask for this power... I disn't ask to have my head filled with voices! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THE VOICES! [u]Po screams while crying, arcing black lightning everywhere.[/u]
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[b]I take the opportunity to grab the bottle away from you. After that, I am unsure what to do, and just stare at you in confusion[/b] ......
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[u]Po huddles into a ball, crying. All of his magic has disappeared. The little men have turned back to blood, and the undead are back to being just corpses. Po seems to whispering to himself.[/u I don't want the voices.... Make them stop... [u]He takes out a leather book and throws it away, then scrambles to retrieve it. He seems to be attached to the book, but disgusted by it at the same time.[/u]
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[b]Frozen in place by shock.. I finally snap out of it and walk over to him[/b] Voices?
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[u]Po shudders, then notices you.[/u] Ever since I read this... Monstrosity, and gave in to the notion of power, there's always been a price. Power always has a price..... [u]Po cradles the book in his arms. Upon further inspection, the book is made out of human skin. The front of has a title written in ancient symbols, lost to time.[/u]
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This.. Book. This is how you are able to do what you can do?
