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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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?

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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."