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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
5/10/2016 5:37:03 PM
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[b]Purity walks through the courtyard of the Dojo, the tiny dragon saying something to him in dragon-tongue.[/b]
"Yes. I am still trying to get you back to normal."
[b]It says something else.[/b]
"No, I'm not going to use science. Then you'll be even more messed up than now. Unless someone's really good at plastic surgery."
[b]It again says something.[/b]
"Yes, I am going to try to use magic."
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]Huh. Guess I'm going after the pendant. By the way, if you want to assemble some sort of team, go ahead and get working on that. I'll see you in a while.[/i] ~Holds out a bone~ [i]To Anor Londo![/i] ~disappears~
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"Okay."
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Edited by Skatch142: 5/10/2016 11:32:34 PM*Slaps Ornstein.* "Shut up! They're talking about science! Also not all dragons are bad..."
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[i]Lies! The only "good" dragon is Seath! All others are a threat to humanity![/i]
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"What about Leyla, Serenity and Hovark? They haven't tried to kill anyone without that person trying to kill them first... *Cough, cough, you, cough, hack, cough.*"
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[i]They are half dragon... [/i]
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*cough*hovark isn't *cough*
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"Doesn't matter. You still tried to kill Leyla which means she's dragon enough for you to want to kill her." *He points to the tiny dragon.* "And look at that little guy... He's actually kinda cute."
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[i]If only you knew...[/i]
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"Oh! I love stories!" *He falls down backwards into a sitting position with his legs crossed.*
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Back in my land, the dragons ruled everyone...it was an age of darkness. Humanity was weak. There was no hope...until Lord Gwyn, the first Lord, discovered the First Flame, and became a god. He, along with Gravelord Nito, combated the dragons for years to come. I was one of his proud soldiers, alongside my brother, Smough... Once the war was over, I was trained by Gwyn's son...until he betrayed us all, and joined the dragons... From that point on, I served with my brother again as the captain of Gwyn's Knights, and guarded the ancient city of Anor Londo. Until [i]he[/i] came.
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"Who's [i]he[/i]?"
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A knight...an Undead knight, to be exact. His "destiny" was to reignite the First Flame. He...killed both of us. He was practically invincible. It wouldn't surprise me if he became a Lord of Cinder... And now... I'm one of them. A Undead warrior. Brought back with my soul, and clutching what's left of my brother's... ~Ornstein holds out his hand, and shows a ghostly, white orb. In the center, a massive figure wearing armor that resembles a sumo wrestler (or a large person) holding a massive, golden hammer is standing there, as if waiting~ I can summon him, though. Either for assistance, or I can consume a portion of his soul for strength. Call it strange, or monstrous, but it's how the Undead become stronger...
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"Things change, people change. You have no reason to hate these dragons... These dragons haven't done anything wrong. If I used your reasoning, I would be trying to slay every human I see right now... Do you know what kinds of things happened to me?"
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[i]Other than the fact that you were the son of two scientists, no.[/i]
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"The time between when I found the Dojo and when I first entered this dimension was terrible... I don't normally talk or even think about it because I might break down and one time my instincts even took me over..." *His tone of voice changes as he says that.* "I was so upset, scared and confused when I first entered this dimension that my instincts took me over for a whole week. I finally got myself together and guess who I met? Hunters. We didn't speak English in my dimension and so there was a [i]bit[/i] of a language barrier. I was curious, so I approached them. They didn't feel the same way. They shot me in the shoulder and when I didn't go down they hit me in the head and knocked me out. I woke up in the trunk of a car but I decided to play dead. When they stopped and opened the trunk I panicked and scratched the h#%% out of both of them. My instincts then took me over for another day. I think they sent out a hunting party for me, all I remember is being chased through the woods by a number of men with guns. My path was blocked by more of them and one of them threw a match... There's a reason I wear the duster... I don't want to say more at the moment..."
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[i]Damn. You don't have to say anymore. Once I...woke up...I was mostly confused. I just remember standing up, covered in blood, cuts, and seeing what was left of my brother...[/i] ~Ornstein sits in silence~ [i]After that...I don't know. I lost control...and then...I found this place.[/i]
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*You notice he seems to be crying a little.* "Well... One way or another, you have to let things go. You need to realize not everyone is the same..."
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[i]...[/i] ~Sits there silently, his head tipping sadly~
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[b]Smaug walks by in dragon form[/b]
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[i]And maybe you...[/i]
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Huh. [b]he looks at you[/b]
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[i]Fine. Your a good dragon...[/i]
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Oh. [b]flies off[/b]
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*He falls out of a nearby tree halfway through your conversation. He gets up completely unharmed.* "Did somebody say science?!"
