Channelknight Fadran
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"Go ahead."
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"You have a mission for me? An assignment?"
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Scudding scud, there are dream crystals now? Xino, are there any RPs where mindscapes and withergeists aren't canon ?
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"Then hop aboard, kid."
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"Great." The soldiers returned with some stretchers. "Who needs these?"
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"We don't go by halves here. No point in risking making a wound worse."
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"You aren't fine, kid." One of the soldiers says. "You've got a bullet hole in you. That's about as un-fine as it gets."
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@00kla
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"Yessir." He marches off to go find the radio.
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"Good. I think we're close to town."
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"Hold up... Tim, John. Go get some stretchers for these two." "I was afraid you might ask that. Should we take this outside?"
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"We're going to take you into questioning."
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"Let's keep moving."
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"Just come on." One of the soldiers said. "Into the boat."
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Leonas frowned, looking a little disappointed, then stowed away his bandages.
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"You can take mine. Consider them a gift."
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"I have some." Leonas pulls out a few. "These are my good ones, so try not to bleed on them too much."
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"Project Eleven was a success. I'm not Janice anymore. You can call me Trace."
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"Let's wrap it up again first."
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"You would've argued then as well as now."
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"I don't think you'd ever try to hurt anybody."
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A few hours later, the yevon in Janice's sat in a small room, frowning at its choice in attire. An old pair of trousers, and a tank top from a dumpster? They'd have to fix that. "Kane will see you soon. Understand that he's a very busy ma--person." "I don't mind waiting." The assistant nodded. "Thank you." He walked out. All ways quiet for a few moments. LET ME OUT. The yevon jumped, then shook its head. The girl was running out of strength; it took her hours to even say those three words, though she did say them with a lot of vigour. She was strong; at least in willpower. The yevon wasn't so sure about physical strength. It poked its own pale, flimsy arm, laced with the power of the Queen to control Janice's Aspect of pain. Poor Janice hadn't known what they were called, naming them her Traces. She keeps fighting. You must destroy her. I will. Eventually. It will be easier once we have begun my work; watching herself kill will be the finishing blow to her soul, and I can become Complete. @I Am A Fish
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"I hope you realize how much pus I had to deal with, right? Had we done that sooner, we could've avoided it altogether."
