originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Makes sense, I mean, I've had a few friends mess up in that field. Be glad your friend doesn't look like a mangled up mess*
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"She did, for a while at least."
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Weird. *We approach a concrete building with a glass room, a pool in it* Well, we're here, home sweet home
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"Nice house."
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Thanks. *I walk through the garage door* This will take a minute, so relax, just don't take anything in the fridge labeled Wit.
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"Okay." [b]He looks inside the garage.[/b]
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*Mortar is tinkering with something on the wall*
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"So is that what's going to help?"
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This is the thing that brings us to the Underworld, where I'll have the most success. Plus everyone there is dead, so there are no distractions, except for a slight rotting smell.
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"Oh. Okay."
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It should almost be done. Are you hungry?
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"No. I don't eat food."
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What about your little dragon born there
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"She doesn't either. We feed off of energy from people."
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Okay then. Good thing I'm not a "person" *The thing beeps, and a spark ignites on the opposite wall, a large domed orange portal forms* Looks like it's done.
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"It's an energy people don't need. Don't worry. Anyways, she's gonna be happy to be back to normal."
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Great. *I step into the portal* Come, come.
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[b]He steps in also.[/b]
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*you walk into a dark room. The smell of wet paint and rotting corpses are the first things you notice*
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"Definitely the Underworld, where are you, Mortar?"
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I'm behind you. *You turn around and see Mortar looking through a drawer* Where is that syringe?
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"What's it look like? The liquid, I mean."
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Depends on what blood type she has. *Holds a syringe* There it is. Give me a moment while I sterilize it. *I take a rag out of my pocket, dip it in alcohol, and start cleaning the needle*
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[b]He waits.[/b]
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So, um... How long has she been... like this?
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"A week."