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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/3/2016 2:53:40 AM
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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?
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[u]Po nods silently as tears stream down his face.[/u] This is how I control the dead. This is how I switch bodies. This is why the voices are always there.... [u]Po starts to shudder uncontrollably. [/u]
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[b]I hold out my hand to help you up[/b] You've lasted this long with them, haven't you?
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[u]Po takes your hand, still clutching the book.[/u] I went insane for 214 years. 214 years of torture. 214 years of having the voices control me, and tear at my sanity. I am but a shell of a man that I once was stores in somebody else's dead body. This book is but a curse that keeps me alive, and tortures me to remind me what I gave for my power.
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[b]I pull you to your feet, and start leading you away from the party[/b] .. I don't know what to say.. How did you regain your sanity?
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[u]Po looks at you with a dazed look.[/u] Who ever said I regained it? I've only gotten better at concealing the fact and preoccupying myself with my studies. When I have nothing to do or time to spare, it creeps back, invading my mind like a plague washing over town, killing all of the defenseless inhabitants.
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That is.. Troubling, to say the least...
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[u]Po nods in a agreement. [/u] I don't think I should consume alcoholic beverages anymore. They give me to much to think about and let the voices back in.
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I agree.. Perhaps you should go get some rest. An incident like that is hard to recover from at a loud party.
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[u]Po starts to walk away.[/u] Thank you for helping me calm down. I'm going to get some sleep.
