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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT:
9/10/2016 3:03:53 AM
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[i]She once again completely ignored Vorim as she took multiple deep breathes, and closed her eyes. After counting to ten, she reopened her eyes, a plan in her mind. She put her left hand in it's corresponding pocket, grasping the glowing, white orb inside said pocket. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated, and a garage door formed right behind Vorim, however it was just a garage door. No garage on the outside. But when it open, it was a massive garage, big enough for 5 cars. And right behind the garage door was a motorcycle, decorated with rainbow colors. Its autopilot was turned on, and it drove straight towards Vorim, rainbow paint trailing from where the black tires crushed the undergrowth beneath it. It slammed into Vorim, then went straight past him to the woman's side. She attempted to get on it, however (i assume) she was still held in place (although it'd be cool if a motorcycle ramming into somebody made them loosen their telekinesis, idk).[/i]
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*An orange aura appears around him and his eyes start glowing orange, as well as her boots. He holds his hand out and the motorcycle is surrounded by an orange aura and he turns it so its lying on its side. She can help but notice that he turned the motorcycle over carefully, so he wouldn't damage it. His voice seems less assertive and is going back to how it was.* [u][b]Please, just stop![/b][/u]
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[i]Growling, the woman reached down towards her boots, quickly untying them and bounding up and out of the boots, kicking off the side of the trees to be sent flying into the air, quickly draw her sword, however to taking it out of its sheathe, which was still razor sharp. Aiming a slash at Vorim, she landed right in front of the creature, slashing horizontally from right to left.[/i]
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*She is suddenly stopped in midair, surrounded by the orange aura.* [u][b]I-I don't wanna fight. Just p-please answer m-me.[/b][/u] *He sets her down and releases her.*
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[i]Instead of answering, Paint reached into her cloak, pulling out three paintballs. She threw one on the ground in front if her, however nothing happened. Her stormy, gunmetal gray eyes never left Vorim, and she remained silent, her lips pursed.[/i]
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[u][b]Is there... S-Something wrong with you? Are y-you okay?[/b][/u] *He makes eye contact with her for a second but looks away again.*
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[i]She takes another paintball, and with all the strength she could muster, she hurled it into Dojoville, and it splattered on the streets, again not doing anything. She stayed silent, waiting for Vorim to do something. She didn't know what to expect, only that she had to expect[/i] something.
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[u][b]Please j-just answer me...[/b][/u] [spoiler]He's not going to do anything until she answers.[/spoiler]
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"Au revoir, monsieur Vorim," [i]Paint muttered, taking a third, final paintball. She crushed it in her fist, and completely disappeared into an explosion of paint and colors, reappearing where she threw her second paintball into Dojoville. She waved in Vorim's direction, and turned, running like a madwoman as far as she could. As she round a corner, she pulled out another paintball, which she threw onto the ground. The paint splattered, then began to swirl, until it became a carbon copy of Paint. Smiling, the two Paints ran around Dojoville as unpredictably as possible, until it was impossible to separate one from another.[/i]
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*He nervously watches as she runs around, hoping no one sees him standing at the edge of the village.* [spoiler]What's she doing?[/spoiler]
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[i]The two Paints entered two different buildings, but came out soon after. It seemed as though they were looking for something specific.[/i]
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*He just watches her. He starts petting the cub and is eventually able to pick it up.*
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[i]One Paint soon settles on one building, motioning for the other one to follow. She does, and the two enter the building, and don't come out.[/i]
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*He just continues watching.*
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[i]They don't come out for the rest of the night, having found a hotel to stay at.[/i]
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*He stays up all night, the grizzly bear cub asleep in his lap.*
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 9/11/2016 12:23:53 PM[i]At the dawn of the next morning, only one Paint walks out, stretching, and yawning in the comfortable morning temperature. The sun was only just over the horizon, tinting the sky an orange color.[/i]
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*He looks around, no one else is up. He quickly gets up and steps out from the bushes, holding the cub.* [u][b]H-Hey![/b][/u]
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[i]Turning her head, Paint sighed, well rested and calm. Taking a deep breath, she decided to stay and wait for whatever the creature had to say, before continuing on her way.[/i]
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*He approaches her.* [u][b]W-Why are you here? What are y-you doing? Why d-did you run away? Why w-were you c-crying? Why did you t-try to kill h-him?[/b][/u] *When he asks that last question, he holds out the cub a little. The cub is clearly terrified of her and Vorim holds him close again.
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[i]After a moment of thinking, Paint finally answers.[/i] "What I'm doing here's none of your business. Why I ran away, well, I was tired and wanted sleep. Why I tried to kill the cub, again, is none of your business." [i]She draws the cloak over her head once more, pulling up her mask, so only her eyes and forehead were seen. Grabbing the white orb from her left pocket, the garage door reappeared, opening up. Walking inside, she revved the motorcycle, which was now completely jet black, and had somehow appeared back inside the garage. Paint drove out slowly, and when she left the garage it closed and disappeared.[/i] "If that's all, I'll be off." [i]She said, a distant look in her dark gray eyes.[/i]
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[u][b]I-I think it is m-my business. And where a-are you going?[/b][/u]
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[i]Paint was silent for a full minute. Finally, she replied, her voice muffled by the mask.[/i] "... I'm not sure where I'm going," [i]She said, sighing as she watched the sun rise.[/i] "But I have a goal in mind."
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[u][b]What i-is it?[/b][/u]
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 9/11/2016 12:51:50 PM[i]Paint turned to look at Vorim, determination in her stormy, gunmetal gray eyes.[/i] "If somebody you knew were to murder somebody you loved in cold blood," [i]She began.[/i] "Would you not want them dead?"
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*He nods.*
