[The man blinks and reaches back, frowning as he felt the hilt and yanks it out. He didn't flinch at all, instead he pulls it in front to look at it - it's covered with gel-like red clots.]
[The person he found in the dark alley was a woman cloaked in black with her hood pulled up to cover her features. The music and his words give her pause as she shows no sign of discomfort of the cold.
No, her head turns towards him as she studies the specters and the one controlling them. Slowly pale hands move to lower the hood, revealing a woman as pale as snow with long black hair gathered behind her head. Tendrils escaped the messy bun to frame her beautiful face as crystal blue eyes watch him.]
Is that so? Pray tell, what gives you the right to pass judgement on me? Your spirits claim I have taken a life. However, do they know the circumstances? Or are you blind and pass judgement on all like a fool.
[The woman raises an eyebrow and glances from the spirits to him once.]
Anchored? Ah..Wraiths then. Must unpleasant of creatures really. I never would have thought my previous victims would be so..wonderfully violent.
[Her own eyes are just as flat,but curious. There's a hint of.. amusement within them. The shadows around her start to become darker, as if they are gaining mass and gathering around her.]
Now what if this woman they are angered with is already dead?
[She kept talking, drawing his attention so he would not notice the shadows around his own feet darkening.]
Then what? You cannot kill something that is already dead.
[He whips his head towards the voice, teeth gritting oh how he hated the self-important guard. The way he spoke - Bedwyr searches himself for what could be an injury and finds the dagger, pulling it out]
I'm in no need of being tended to nor am I'm making a mess over your precious floor.
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You got something...
[gesturing at his back]
There-ish.
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[The man blinks and reaches back, frowning as he felt the hilt and yanks it out. He didn't flinch at all, instead he pulls it in front to look at it - it's covered with gel-like red clots.]
Ah Damn it - no wonder the folks were staring.
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That implies that one still has a pulse.
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No, her head turns towards him as she studies the specters and the one controlling them. Slowly pale hands move to lower the hood, revealing a woman as pale as snow with long black hair gathered behind her head. Tendrils escaped the messy bun to frame her beautiful face as crystal blue eyes watch him.]
Is that so? Pray tell, what gives you the right to pass judgement on me? Your spirits claim I have taken a life. However, do they know the circumstances? Or are you blind and pass judgement on all like a fool.
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[Bedwyr gave an almost dismissive shrug, his eyes were flat and dismissive]
I ain't judging, just cleaning up the deadbooks.
[The ghosts start swarming towards her]
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Anchored? Ah..Wraiths then. Must unpleasant of creatures really. I never would have thought my previous victims would be so..wonderfully violent.
[Her own eyes are just as flat,but curious. There's a hint of.. amusement within them. The shadows around her start to become darker, as if they are gaining mass and gathering around her.]
Now what if this woman they are angered with is already dead?
[She kept talking, drawing his attention so he would not notice the shadows around his own feet darkening.]
Then what? You cannot kill something that is already dead.
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Lemme guess - Vampire? Too pretty to be a Lich, not smelly enough for a Ghoul, too talkative for a zombie.
[The ghosts lunges at her, clawing at her and making a horrific shriek as Bedwyr hangs back]
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[ Say, from your travels you end up in Shadow Mirrors territory beyond the mainland. There is a voice, much like a...drill officer]
You CLOWN! This is not where you tend to injuries!
No careless bleeding all over the place.
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I'm in no need of being tended to nor am I'm making a mess over your precious floor.
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Pulling that out with such carelessness can result in more internal injury.
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