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TailsDoll6
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[2013-09-21 19:09:01 +0000 UTC]
"Public Void"
(United States)
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Yo, how are you doing? Its been a while since we talked. mainly wondering how you are all doing.
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Heyyyy, I'm doing good! Time's kinda just changed for me, is all. How about you?
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Yeah im doing good. going back to college hopefully and just relaxing. glad to hear you are doing fine.
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*It was a peaceful and quiet day at home, a day where it seemed nothing could happen... Until an animalistic screech came from what sounded like the backyard*
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I had been sleeping in that day, up until the loud screech. I wake up, confused and frightened, considering I had spent the night at Jack's. They're no one around I can see, and nothing around me I can use to defend myself. I reluctantly touch the red spellbinding circle on the back of my hand, enacting the Zodiac Curse once more. I shudder, stifling a scream as pain crashes through me like an airplane. Large, black horns sprout from my temples, the tips of my ears curve into points, wings explode from my back, and my fingers and toes sharpen and enlarge into black claws. The process takes around 10 minutes, and when it is complete, I have transformed, rather painfully, into the Spawn of the Zodiac Black Dragon, complete with scales mixed in with flesh freckling my body. I stumble my way to the back door, and peer outside.
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(Okay yeah you know you have some explaining to do about how and when~)
*peering outside, you see an Absol, the normally snow-white fur soaked with a deep red, as they're obviously the source of such a screech. You can hear a large crowd of people in the distance, getting closer and closer, the Absol clearly their target*
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[Yeah, great, perfect. I couldn't have gotten something LESS demonic?] (*I swing open the door, and walk to the Absol with my hands raised to show pacifism, while glancing them over for any open wounds, wary of the mob.*)
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???: *sees you coming, and looks more terrified, wimpering and pushing away with his front two legs. You can't make out the wounds on his chest too well, because of all the fur, but you can clearly see the gashes along his legs, along with singed fur and the smell of brunt hair lingering in the air*
Mob: *definitely slows down as it sees you, but still continues to slowly approach you*
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(*whispers gently to them*) Hey, it's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm gonna get you somewhere safe, okay? You don't have to worry about a thing. Let me handle them, okay? (*smiles warmly to them, then faces the mobwith a serious face*) [Okay... Game face... Here we go.]
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*a man with a pitchfork steps forward from the mob, seeming to be the "leader" of sorts*
?: Hello there.... Sir. We'll be taking that there wild Pokemon off your hands, no need to bother with it!
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(*tilts my head to one side, uttering a very audible crack, before grinning gently and returning my had to its original position*) ...... Sir? Is that how you address your King? (*chuckles gently with a seductively evil tone*) Oh, yes, I suppose it has been a few millennia since my rule~ And this quaint body is not yet fit for such a job. Yet. Tell me, peasant, have you not heard of me~? I am the great Lazarus, Black Dragon King of the Zodiac! I have once again risen from my tomb and possesed this child to rule over the world once more! (*I play up the act with perfectly timed snarls, a superior tone, and a tinge a demonic reverberation to my voice*)
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*They're all quaking at this point, the "man in charge going very pale and gulping before looking down slightly*Β
?: W-We only want the creature... *points to the Absol with the pitchfork*
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(*I hiss, spitting my forked tongue at them*) This creature is MINE. I need a decent feast to regain my strength, and this shall be your first offering to me. (*I roll my head to the side and unleash a powerful blast of fire, the heat felt by all in the crowd. I stare the leader down with hungry eyes and forcefully stretch out my wings*) Any objections?
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?: *starts shaking worse, obviously having wet himself by now out of fear, and backs up* N-Not at all, as long as it's disposed of! *turns around to the mob behind him, and realizes they all already left him there, and then turns to run after them, leaving*Β
???: *had gotten up while you were distracted with the mob, having pulled itself, limping away and leaving a small blood trail as he goes, but not having gotten that far at all, maybe ten feet or so*
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(*waits until he's out of earshot, then giggles loudly*) OHMYGOD THAT WAS HILARIOUS! -! H-Hey! Stop, you're gonna get hurt! (*had dropped ask the menacing things, except those I can't control, like the voice, and runs over to them, kneeling down next to them with a hand on their back*) Let me take you inside, please. I guarantee that I'll help you get better. (*I speak with kindness, gently.*)
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???: *freezes when you touch him, unsure of anything right now really, but not trusting you very much at all because of your appearance and a personal experience* .... I.... *it comes out tired, and afraid, and very saddening*
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(*pleads with the Absol*) Please, there's a whole bunch of PokΓ©mon in there that I know have medical training, and you're bleeding so badly a-a-and I just couldn't live with myself i-if you d-di-... b-bled out. (*sounds desperate and afraid, voice cracking from fear*)
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???: ..... *nods very slowly, seeming to understand your genuine want to help, and allowing you to help him out*
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For the note:Β Β Β Β
(*gently tries to guide him into the house, helping him along by having an arm underneath to hold his weight*) So.. Do you have a name?
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Absol: *nods slowly again, doing what would more likely be called stumbling than walking. He seems to be in no real condition to talk right now, nor do anything, considering how scratched and cut and bloody he is*
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Ah, right.. Don't quit on me, ya hear? I'm not letting you die just yet. Don't worry, I'm just going to alert anyone else in the house. (* takes a deep breath, and roars loudly towards the hoise, trying to get someone's attention and hoping at least 1 person was there who had medical training*)
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???: *would have jumped a couple feet into the air if he had the energy, but just squirms a bit*
*a backpack drops to the ground in front of you, along with a Breloom*
Derlin: *clucks his tongue, looking at ???* Ouch, this ones got a number done to him.
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-! (*growls protectively at the stranger*) Who are you? How do you know this place?
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Derlin: I don't really know places, I just wander and wind up at them. Luckily for you, I'm a medic first and an adventurer later, so I know slightly more about patching people up than wandering around. *reaches into his backpack*
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... (*reluctantly gives in, helping the Absol lie down, looking over their injuries more carefully*)
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Derlin: *pulls out a sewing kit, then sighs in relief* Holy shit you have no idea how lucky that was. *opens the kit, moving to the Absol's legs and grabbing them gently, starting to sew the holes together, stitching him up*
Absol: *growls lightly in pain, starting to squirm and get agitated again*
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! Uh-uh-uhhh... (*panicking, I for whatever reason stop thinking, take off my skirt, roll it up into a rag, and hold it up to the Absol's mouth*) It's for you to bite on! So that you can take out your pain! (*smiles amicably*)
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???: *looks up at you, then looks at the skirt* ......Β
Darlin: *glances up at your assumedly naked body before looking back down at his stitching* Would hate to be the ass to take that thing. *snips the string on the end of his needle, then moves on to the right hind leg*
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...? (*looks at Derlin, confused, then realizes my stupidity, rushing to put the skirt back on, blushing wildly*) I. Am. So. Sorry. I'm not sure what I was thinking other than wanting to help.
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Darlin: *nods* It's okay. Shirts work much better, without having to worry about musk and all that other sexual stuff. *pulls a little hard after one of the stitches*
???: *yelps, squirming harder*
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... To be fair, I had a shirt. My wings destroyed it. It was my favorite shirt. AND this was my favorite skirt I was offering. And also my only skirt. I dunno what happened to my boxers. Yeah. Sorry.
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Derlin: Oh. I can probably sew it up good again. And if your wings destroyed it, I'll make sure it can actually fit you. And your wings. *stitches up the las bit of his hind legs, then moves on to the fur* Mmh, fur.... Gonna need to shave it.Β
???: !?!?
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I uh... It's a lot to explain. I'll tell you later. But uhh.. Would you rather be dead with your fur intact, or alive and chest-fur-less? We're going to need to take it off, or we might not be able to save you. (*glances to Derlin*) Do you... have a razor? If not... (*holds up very sharp claws*)
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???: *looks to Derlin with pleading eyes*Β
Derlin: *reaches into the bag and pulls out shears* ..... Uh, one or the other in this situation bud.
???: .... *nods towards you*
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... Shears will be less painful. Probably. And you're doing great so far! (*smiles brightly with sharp teeth*) I'll make it up to you, I promise. ... Eventually.Β
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???: *looks back to Derlin*Β
Derlin: *snips the shears a couple times* just gotta stay still. *moves them to his fur, and starts cutting it all off efficiently and effortlessly, like he's used shears before*
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Hey. I'm proud. (*smiles gently, placing a reassuring hand on their back*)
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???: *shivers*
Derlin: *in about three minutes, he's all don shearing* All done! And the result iiiiiis.... *there are many much smaller and much shallower cuts still bleeding* Oh, geez... We're going to need to get some serious bandages. Can you help me get him inside?
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Oh, yeah, sure! (*stands, picking them up with a heaving grunt*) This. Was a mistake. (*heaves him onto my back, a better position*) There we go. (*starts to trot towards the house*)
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Derlin: *follows* I hope you have some bandages. Gauze. Anything at all really. I'd say I have it in my backpack, and I technically do, but.... *shrugs* Hell if I know that I'll grab it.
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Uhh... I don't know where they are. We have bedsheets. Aaaand cotton. I can't remember where any of the med kits are, even though we have 3 in every room. (*kicks own the door, putting him on the couch*) I'll clean it later.
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*hears the banging of our door being kicked down and comes out from our room, going to the living room and seeing the three of you in this situation* .... Am I dreaming?Β
???: *sees me* ! *seems to relax at the sight of somebody/thing normal*Β
Derlin: No, you're going to find a medkit so this guy doesn't bleed out.
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! Hi cuddlebear~!! We need your help.. Badly. (*flicks tongue seductively*) ~
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Oh, okay, that you, love~! Hi~ And I'm on it! *goes back to our room to grab the medkit*
Derlin: So that's the ass that takes that thing. Hate to be him.
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! (*blushes badly, and tries to explain, but its mostly stuttering, though I manage to say top*)
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Derlin: Yes, I would imagine you top.Β
*comes back, handing the medkit to Derlin* Here you go! *smiles, then looks at you* You okay, love? You seem a little embarrassed~?
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