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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/12/2016 6:43:39 PM
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"I watched the fight...
Mortar overloaded himself and...oh damnit...
This is my fault. I thought it be a good idea to host a stupid-ass arena fight and I thought that the revival thing would save anything but..."
[b]Ornstein falls to the ground.[/b]
English
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*Cyan looks at you, tears in her eyes* It's... it's not your fault... it's... I'm sorry, I really am... Mortar... Gore... he was doing things he had never done before... overloaded himself... I'm sorry, Ornstein.
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"I should've known...I should've known... Damnit..." [b]He stands up, looking down and shaking his head.[/b]
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*Cyan sits next to you, trying to comfort you just as Wit barges in* Wit: I came as soon as I could! What happened? *Crossbow isn't far behind him*
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"...I...I need to tell the Nameless King... The last Lord of Cinder, the Heir of Fire...has fallen..." [b]He starts to sob.[/b]
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*Wit runs over to the bed, trying all sorts of chants, symbols, runes, anything that can bring him back... but none of this works. Despite Wit studying this for years he has never been able to bring someone back.* Wit: I'm sorry, sir, but he is gone. Crossbow: I wish Mortar told us how he brought people back. He's done it with Me, Wit, and Cadmael.
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[b]Orn is muttering to himself now, holding his head.[/b] "...My fault...I should've known...should've known..." [b]He breaks down again.[/b]
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Wit: Cross, can you help me prepare the body? Crossbow: Yeah, let's carry him out. If that's okay with you two. Cyan: You can, if you must prepare him. Ornstein?
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"Y...yeah?"
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Is it okay if they take him out to prepare for the burial?
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"Of course...why wouldn't it be?"
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Cyan: Some people just want to say goodbye a last time before the funeral. *Wit and Crossbow wheel him out of the room*
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"I'll try to attend...I don't know about Smough though... He looked worse than me..."
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Cyan: Of course... *Mion flies back in, noticing that Wit and Crossbow are bringing Mortar to his house* Mion: Damn, he is dead? Wow... where did Smough go?
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"He's probably at our apartment... If you need me to do anything for the funeral Cyan...I'm willing."
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Cyan: I appreciate the offer, however you have done enough, I suppose it's best if you waited until the funeral. *Mion flies out the window and lands in front of your apartment. He scratches on the door like crazy*
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"Yeah...ok..." [b]No response.[/b]
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Mion: SMOUGH! I'M COMING IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, SO YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR!
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[b]Still no response.[/b]
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Damn it. *Mion notices an open window and flies through it. He lands and walks around trying to find Smough* Smough! Smough! Where are you?!
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[b]Smough is sitting on his bed, helmet torn off and smashed on the ground. He's staring at nothing, really, his dark grey eyes not looking at you. You notice that his hammer is also on the ground, torn into two separate pieces, as if broken in pure anger.[/b]
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Smough! *Mion jumps on Smough's shoulder* What happened here?
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"Why would you bother to care?"
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Because I am a friend, no matter what anyone says. I care for many. I care for you as much as I cared for Mortar. So, tell me.
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"I came here seeking to redeem myself. I did awful things...back in Anor Londo. That's why I'm not a Knight of Gwyn. I came here, praying that I'd fit in, hoping that I wouldn't screw up... And now look. I've killed one of Ornstein's best friends. There's no redemption for that. Orn was right. He shouldn't have let me in this place in the first place. I'd just -blam!- up something else, and leave him to suffer for it."
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*Mion is silent a moment* I guess so, but, you know, you have done much more good than not. What happened to Mortar was unintentional, don't beat yourself up.
