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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:01 pm
A being shrouded in a black cloak walked into the bar, face concealed. He approached the counter and sat down, not making a sound. He made a simple motion and the bartender brought him a cup of coffee. 'So, it's come to this. Can't say I'm surprised.' He sipped his coffee carefully without adjusting his hood.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:02 pm
Emma remained silent, watching the cloaked figure out of the corner of her eye.
A black cloak was never a good sign.
Ever.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:09 pm
The cloaked figure looked back, the unseen face was like an abyss of pure emptiness. Even to those who excel at detecting life, no life force could be read as coming from this being. Eventually, he turned around and sipped his coffee again, not saying a word.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:10 pm
While she could sense no life, the elf-woman could still sense power.
A strange power, but there nonetheless.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:16 pm
"What is the fate... of the man with no past? What will he find when he looks deep within himself?" He spoke with a voice that seemed empty, devoid of life, and inhuman. A voice that seemed to be carried by the wind itself. "Will he be able to accept what he sees, or will he be torn apart by his true, forgotten nature?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:19 pm
More silence followed.
To respond would be foolish at this point.
She would need to know more.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:23 pm
"One man dived deep into his soul. What did he find? He found a road that led to nowhere. Yet, he walked that road until he did the unthinkable. He actually arrived at the end of the road. At the end of the road was a castle. Then he did what came natural, and entered the castle. Inside he found nothing but memories of a shattered past. These memories attacked him, tearing at him with strength mightier than any sword. Can you guess what happened next?" The being sipped his coffee.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:25 pm
"Death of the mind." she whispered, slipping back into her true accent for a moment.
Emma ordered herself a tumbler of scotch.
She had the feeling she would need it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:30 pm
"And what if it is a man who cannot die? Who cannot remain crippled forever? Who despite his greatest desires... is forced to continue living? Even if the mind is broken, the body must press on. What would happen to the mind after it is broken? Two possibilities exist. Either the man will become a shadow of his own existence, haunted by the memories that threaten to destroy him at the slightest moment... or he will become unimaginably stronger. He will become... the One..." He sipped his coffee.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:35 pm
Somehow, the exorcist did not aknowledge the nihilistic entity. Nyrk had not the slightest it was there. He was, however, looking quizzically at Emma, as she responded to some unknown question. "Of the mind? No, I'm fine..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:37 pm
So the exorcist's senses were tied to life-force, were they?
Useful information.
"Pay it no mind, Nyrk." she muttered as she took a sip of scotch.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:41 pm
"The One is among us at this very moment!" The being's voice became sharper, clearer, and livelier... and somewhat more recognizable. "Behold, the One...!" The being's energies were released with more than enough concentration to make himself noticeable. Out of the dark depths of the cloak came a heavily wrapped hand holding... a demonic rubber ducky. "The One... who makes bath time lots of fun!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:44 pm
Emma set the tumbler of scotch aside, stood, took a few deep breaths-
And banged her head against the wall with an exasperated cry.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:45 pm
"Alright," Nyrk obliged, returning his attention to his drink, occasionally picking scraps of bandaging from under his armor. Unknowing of the shaded figure, Nyrk's smile came slowly as his celebratory yet controlled inebriation picked lightly at him.
Suddenly, as Emma banged her head against a wall, Nyrk was alerted. "Pay no attention? Surely, something is amiss. What is it, Emma?" He inquired, concerned. His attention was soon drawn to a figure that had made its presence known...
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:48 pm
The being took a sip of coffee... and started coughing. "Damn it! Coffee down the wrong pipe!" The voice was clearly that of Doctor Question. After a few moments of coughing, he cleared his throat and allowed his life force to flow through his body rather than remain hidden in the depths of his soul. "It wasn't that bad... was it?"
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