Are You Afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 1, CLOSED]

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Daimon was taking his dog for a walk in the city. The young puppy had grown, although he was still small. He hadn't taken well to Daimon's disappearance during the Fairplay mission. To be perfectly honest, the feeling was mutual.

For now, Daimon let the pup wander off as some scent caught its interest. He was standing there, clad only in the bottom half of a plantsuit. The inverted pentacle birthmark on his chest, the symbol of his unholy heritage, plain for all to see.

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"You." Normally the surge of anger would give him energy- but also require increased restraint to hold back the darksoul. If he were selfish he might thank Mei-Xing but he knew the true cost of what she had done.

Daimon shoved himself onto his feet. "THANK you? There is nothing stopping my darksoul from corrupting innocent people, people unaccustomed to its dark influence and power. If you have any conscience you WILL help me track it down or I swear by my father's unholy heart, I will end you."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Don't blame me!" She snarls, jabbing a finger at his chest. "You're the one who decided that distracting me by shooting some kind of dumbass fireblast like some half-slot retard was a good idea! If it hadn't been for that, I'd have had that thing licking my boots by now!"

She turns and starts to head off, without waiting for an answer. "Waste your time hoofing it. I'm gonna punk that bitch on the astral plane."

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"Need I use small words?" Daimon snapped. "You will come with me and you will do as I say." He grabbed her wrist. "Do not dare to lecture me. It is your ignorance that has released this nightmare."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

Touching her was the wrong thing to do, Daimon. She wrenches her wrist out of his grasp, turning smoothly, and throws a side-kick towards his chest.

Smooth.

Powerful.

Practiced.

"Don't touch me, little man. Don't order me, either. I assure you, my dick dangles lower and swings harder than yours."

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Daimon slammed into the floor, gasping for breath. Now that he was completely without his darksoul he was vulnerable. Weak.

Dog started making a high pitched squeal at Mei-Xing until Daimon roughly brushed him aside.

"Stay." He rubbed his chest. He could feel his body slowly mending the bruise even as it began to form. "We do not have time for this." He hissed.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Yup. The more time I waste on you, the more time that thing's loose in the city." She waves two fingers at him, grinning over her shoulder. "See ya, omae. I've got a soul to punch."

Starting to head off again, she pauses.

Where the hell was she going to find a coffeepot here?

[birthmural]

Daimon was not so willing to drop the conversation. "Enough! You will do nothing. You have caused enough damage. I cannot permit you to do any more. I give you one last chance before I report you. I do not have the time to deal with your willful ignorance."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"I've got over a decade of experience playing with these things, and I've seen a lot worse than your darksoul." She shakes her head. "You wanna go report me to security? Go ahead. I'm gonna be too busy cleaning up your mess to really play nicely with them, though."