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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    we are crooked souls trying to stand up straight
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    The boy kneels, and sets off. Carnage follows him, for a time, lurks in his mind, viewing his drowned
    <i>(not for long)</i>
    kingdom.
    He doesn’t stay, though, returns back to his corporeal form, and is there waiting when Warrick returns, eyes hard as glass and mouth full of mud. The mud is spat at his feet, rude, but Carnage only smiles, lazy. Warrick’s served his purpose.

    The snow that had swirled around them is gone, replaced by a hot, baking sun. The mud will soon turn to dirt.
    “This will do,” he says, placid, “you’ve served your purpose.”
    “Being a man of my word - ” (he is not) “your kingdom will be protected from coming dangers. I can’t say the same for you, though. You were so eager to protect your kingdom, you didn’t think to ask for protection for yourself.”
    The mud that had sat in Warrick’s mouth is the safe dirt that grew from his sick, cancerous magic. Who knows how it might affect someone? Even swallowing a morsel or two, inadvertent…
    Carnage doesn’t know the effects – or if they even exist. Nor does he care. Warrick’s health is not his concern.
    “Go, then,” he says, “I’m done with you. For now.”

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    RE: we are crooked souls trying to stand up straight - by Carnage - 09-03-2018, 04:50 PM



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