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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Nov 22, 2005 19:38:44 GMT -5
((GACK! DOOKU RELODAED.))
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Nov 27, 2005 21:02:46 GMT -5
The lightsabre slashed through his knees, shooting up blasts of pain, making him fall to the ground, unable to stand. His saber flew from his hand and clattered on the pavement. Not that he cared, the onslaught of pain screaming in his nerves dulled his mind.
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Post by Myth Ceota on Nov 30, 2005 2:19:40 GMT -5
"Why would you abandon me?" asked Myth. "Because she's a Peace Loving Mushroom and I'm not. Because there is a notable difference there." A dry smile touched her face. "Because she's manipulated you, and because you cannot be both without being something completely different. Because you..." Her voice filled itself with scorn. "...Love her, and love is a weakness too easily exploited. I did not want to lose you as my apprentice. You were skilled, and would've made a great asset."
The twi'lek interlaced her fingers around her red blade, knowing that Cluge would not yet died. He was hurt, but the Zabrak, as far Peace Loving Mushroom as he had fallen, could never kill him. His weakness now extended to mercy. "Because you're here to kill me, aren't you?"
[IE! The censor is painful!! JEDI, NOT MUSHROOM!!!!!!!!11]
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Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Nov 30, 2005 3:12:50 GMT -5
Raze glared. "I am." He said resolutely. "Yes, for love." He finished. He felt conflict within himself, an anger deep inside, for Myth, and a mercy for her. His anger could be seen in his eyes, his hatred for the situation was growing.
"I do not want to kill you... my master." He whispered. "You taught me much, you took me in." He paused and looked at his lightsaber hesitantly. His lips were pressed tightly together as he deactivated his lightsaber.
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Nov 30, 2005 8:40:27 GMT -5
The conflict continued to rage in his mind. He wanted to pull his lightsabre to him and throw it, but he was to weak to concentrate. And who would he throw it at?
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Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Dec 9, 2005 4:59:36 GMT -5
Myth frowned, her lips pressed together in a tight and thin line. "Torn between alligances, are you, my apprentice. Both of you. I can sense it." She cast Raze a scornful look. "Go, then, if you cannot bring yourself to attack me. Bring the Jedi back news of her old Padawan learner. Hurt, and now quite willing to learn how to hurt someone."
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jun 9, 2006 20:17:28 GMT -5
((This rp needs life! LIFE!))
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Post by Joan Omnipresent on Jun 17, 2006 22:33:52 GMT -5
*ponderful* o I have it. *ahem*
Meanwhile, back at The Casino......
*cackle* So now give it life, cluge...
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Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jun 18, 2006 20:51:08 GMT -5
((Let's assume that Raze left for Coruscant, and Cluge is still with Myth. He has doubts, but he's so confused. I hate confuzzlement.))
Cluge's body felt alight with firey pain everywhere. Think! THINK! He couldn't think. He couldn't move, much less think. His Tusken instincts took over and engaged some field survival tactics. The words of his Father rang in his head. "If you are unarmed and wounded, with a Kyrat dragon breathing down your neck, play dead and pray it's not hungry." He had been trained to stop his vital signs on Tatooine, so if he can hold on long enough, it might convince Myth he's really dead. Another shot of pain from his ribcage. Warmth filled his torso. The Wound opened. That'll help the image. Before Cluge "Killed" himself he did his best to block the Force from himself. Completely ignoring it, rejecting it, severing it, then stopping it, effectively eliminating his Force Sensitivity temporarily. Hope this works, he thought before he felt numbness, then nothing.
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