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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 11:19 pm
"It is not," Sparrow replied, almost in a monotonous voice. It came out sounding rather hoarse and weak, considering that he had dropped down to one knee after Yǐn Cáng's kick to his torso, Sparrow heaving for breath and feeling as though he had been completely winded.
I am not weak.
"Are you really a Halloweener? Or are you a Hunter?"
The question was out of Sparrow's mouth before he could stop it, desperation and panic lining every word.
[ HP: 16/30 ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 11:26 pm
The question shook the mantis boy.
Mot had said that hunters were the enemy, and the beings with the nets they had been fighting were hunters. He had fought against the hunters. And yet here was a student questioning if he was one?
Though he did not know everything about hunters and Halloween, the thought of his very existence being called into question sickened him.
He straightened up, looking down at the reaper and simply...relaxed. The crunching noises were familiar to his ears, the odd feeling as flesh melted away, bones were redistributed into shell, legs splitting apart until he was standing there in his natural form.
The giant mantis eyed the reaper, but this time could see much clearer the state that the boil was in. "Is this proof enough for you?" The faintest hint of disgust laced his tone, disgust at having been forced into doing this. "Or would you like to check my references as well. I have already fought the hunters along side students, when I had only been here a day. What have you done?"
HP: 21
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 11:32 pm
He had asked the question out of pure desperation. Something had broken during that last fight, something that Sparrow could not seem to fix just yet.
He hated himself for being so weak.
In front of him stood, not a hunter, but a creature - a large, insect-like creature who was looking up at him with a voice laden with irritation. Clearly Sparrow had insulted him by asking about what he was, but he had not been able to prevent the question from leaving his lips.
"I - " stammered Sparrow, then stopped abruptly.
Look at me. Questioning everyone and everything, acting as though I am a pathetic, paranoid idiot.
I disgust myself.
"I'm...I'm sorry - "
The words were hastily gotten out, the scythe disappearing in a gust of black smoke that retreated into the palm of Sparrow's hand. He gave one last, panicked glance towards the boil, backing slowly up, and then turned and left the room as fast as he could.
I am not myself.
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