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Go ahead. But leave her alive, please.
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Amara scrwamed when the thing pressed her against the wall, it's tendril tightening around her throat. She clawed at it, tried to get away.
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Amara observed them, unsure what to do. Something was off, and the way it had taken care of the wound... It felt wrong.
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Althea followed the kid through the tunnel. What was she doing here? She should be back in Oasis. There was nothing for her to do here. The whole mission was pointless, her life a catastrophy. She should leave, end it. Tiredly she touched her forehead, turned around and stopped. There were perks when you were married to a rioter. She could recognize it most of the time. But realizing you were influenced wasn't the same as not feeling what they called to the surface. And she knew these feelings, the uselessness, the sadness Distaching herself from the emotions, as much as she could, she considered calling out to Max and Devaan, then decided against it. It would only warn their enemies. They've got a rioter. She warned Max instead and then waited for him and Devaan to go first. It wouldn't do for her to go first. Better to let s fighter open the door. She was useless in a fight. @I think I am here.
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Go ahead!
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Thanks a lot!
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Ben laughed again and it was great to see him that happy. She would read it. It would take her a while, but she would read it. If he liked it so much she wanted to give it a try.
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"Which one would you recommend me to read? Maybe something short?"
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She smiled and then sat down, unsure at first how, but then she relaxed, snuggled against him. He was warm and she liked how he smelled, how good it felt to be so close to him. "Is that your favourite, favourite book, or do you like another one more?"
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Lizanne heard the shouting from the direction of the cellar and hesitated. They had considered to go back there anyway. She could take a careful look. Slowly she limped back and stopped at the door. The young woman had awokenand Hellbent was there as well. That explained pretty much everything. She waited, had no intention to confront him on her own. Bending she picked up a rock that fit her hand well. Maybe she could distract him, should it look like he started to kill the other one.
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Shana laughed as well. Green lucky her for planning to wear a green dress to the prom. She pushed herself up from the floor and gestured towards his lap, blushing slightly. "Can I?"
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Max helped her up, his hands holding hers tightly, then leaned close whispered to her. He was right, they all carried their wounds and scars. She saw him turn away when he noticed Neo watching them, and resumed her controlled behaviour and face. You can help. Tell me when I'm acting strange. When I'm not myself anymore. I don't know how much he can influence me, if he can trick me, or even control me. For the rest, it's enough that you're here. You're my anchor, my lifeline. She used their bond instinctively, as she always did when she wanted to talk to him without someone else listening in. It was different with him. Then she turned to Devaan. "Thank you. He hit a lot of bad memories with that ... thing. But for now I'll manage." After she took another steadying breath she started down the tunnel again, towards whoever had screamed. @Nohadon @Minato™
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"No." She whispered back, decided to go with the truth, instead of a polite reply. "You know what happened with Solace, Sephtis. It's like that. For me it's the same." Straightening she gently touched his face, her voice soft. "You're here. That's enough. I know you are real, you love me. You won't go anywhere." A weak smile touched her lips and it was real, no mask. "I'm sorry, I'm such a broken mess." "I can manage, until we've finished the mission. And then I'll try to sort it out. For now let's go on." She shook her head irritated at Devaan's reply to Lusk and then sighed. Focus, Vesuvius, the mission.
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Althea flinched, as if he'd hit her. "Tell him to stop." She pleaded. "He can talk to Zokora, I don't care, but I can't have the whole council in my head. I can't. It's bad enough that Solace is here - I can't." Her hand reached out for Max, touched him, compared what her fingers felt with what she saw. He was here he was real. "How can I know what's real, if he's in my mind, how do I know if he fakes memories if he tricks me again?" Vesuvius. She pressed her face against Max shoulder for a moment, took a few deep breaths. Devaan was right, she was about to loose it completely. Forcing herself to build a thick wall around her mind, useless or not, she concentrated on breathing, calming down. "Tell me when I start acting strangely." Her eyes focused on Max, then she pushed it all away, pulled a mask over emotions. "Vesuvius. Then Oasis." She could do this, somehow she would manage. @I think I am here.
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"He claims to be our leader." Other voices, was that Devaan? No, why would he ask if he heard him. Her thoughts whirled around, making it impossible to concentrate. She felt naked, vulnerable. What would they do, how would they hurt her, what information would they fake?
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Funny that you chose that picture for this game. You don't know per chance who originally painted it? I found it on pinterest.
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"He's talking to me. He's here. He threatens." She heaved a sobbing breath. "That's no memory, I know my memories." Her hand touched Devaan's gripped it too hard, painful. She stared at him, barely contained terror and desperation written over her face.
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Amara looked at it, placed a hand next to it and felt. "It's nothing dangerous." She hesitated, then only pressed some leaves on the wound to numb the pain and staunch the bleeding. "It has time until afterwards, but then I'd like to take a closer look."
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Althea stopped dead in the sewer, pressed a hand against her head. "Get out. Get out." She whispered desperately. "Leave me alone, please."
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Amara turned her head to Mutig, when he spoke again, thanked the other guy for showing up. Even in the dim light of the alley she could see his injuries. Nothing grave, but a broken rib could lead to something worse if it puctured a lung for example. "Mutig." She placed a hand on his shoulder, or at least the joint the would have been the shoulder if he was a human. "Let me take a look, please?" @Chasmfiend#1
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Althea followed them and inhaled some stormlight after the first few steps, to allow her to keep up. Obviously she was the only one who spent her days sitting on a chair, and not keeping her body fit. The screams echoed in her ears and she stumbled, then stopped. The man sounded like he was ripped apart, so much agony and grief in his voice, that it easily sliced through some of the wallls she had constructed in her mind. It was her kneeling on the ground, buildings reaching into the sky all around her. An announcement, and then desperation, grief, so much that it woke something, that it shattered her. She exhaled, pushed the memory away, as far away as possible. For a moment she was alone in her mind, without the stormlight, urging her to do something, without Max touching her emotions. Only she and the screams, the terrible screams. Althea shivvered, forced herself to take a step towards the source of the scream. And then another one. Collecting herself she continued to follow Neo and Devaan, slowly, but she followed. It was dangerous to stay behind, to allow a gap open between them, but she trusted herself to elsecall over to the light they were carrying, should the need arise.
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"Thank you." Shana pressed a kiss on his leg and then laughed. "It's always been easy for me to talk to people, to find someone to spend my time with." "What's your favourite color?" She ask suddenly, because she had an idea.
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Zokora followed their leader, keeping in the background.
