#gandivas

[vasavis-blog]

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He was nearly exhausted, but he still stood. The man he acknowledged as a rival had a will as strong as his own, or perhaps it was mere stubbornness and refusal to lose in this instance. Though, Karna knew very well that he himself wasn’t that different. In the first place the differences between the two were few, but the biggest and most troublesome one was the different sides they stood on all their lives. It would pain the woman he hardly had time to know as a mother to see the two brothers fight like this, but he had long since resigned to seeing their conflict through to the very end, and it would end this day. Even without his armor or the comrades that stood beside him, he would cut this man down no matter what.

“However you wish to settle this makes no difference to me, Arjuna. If my chariot proves to be an obstacle,”

“Then I’ll gladly settle things your way.”

[lancerofclay]

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“That muscular back, and the differential strength in you arms- You must be an archer of some sort. Am I correct?” 

[butlergeist-blog]

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[ 👻 ] – “Excuse me, good sir! I’m conducting a survey to test the geographical know-how of you ‘Hive Citizens.’”

Whisper produced a pen and a pad of paper, ready to write down the fellow’s response. “There is only one question: would you happen to know where District Ep-see-long is located? Hmm?”

This was a good way to cover the fact that he didn’t know where it was, Whisper reasoned. (It’d probably be even more impressive if he knew how to pronounce ‘epsilon.’)

[darksidescars-blog]

Tempt || CA Closed

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“Do you pity yourself, wretched being?”

The voice was a voice of pain. The chords it struck were wracked with torment, with suffering, and yet a remarkable amount of apathy towards that very pain. It was as if its owner, who stood with a single good eye focused on the dark-skinned young man, had forgotten all about the fact that he was suffering, suffering tremendously, beyond belief.

Raising his hand, Darth Sion stared straight ahead, his broken, mountain-like figure the very shape of focus and determination, of undying will. “I can sense it within you -- you are a being of such power, and yet you have so much hatred, welling up within you. You are constraining it, but you cannot resist its pull.”

“Your feelings are wasted. They are equal to zero in their current state. So I will ask the question you should ask yourself. Do you pity what you are now?”

[castilium]

Gotcha gacha

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“Ah... would you happen to know where a hospital is? I managed to injure myself by being careless and would like to be sure it’s not worse than it looks”.

A simple voyage into one of those outer districts - Theta, wasn’t it? - had landed her in a face-off with the natives. Vicious when they’d judged her a threat from the skulking about which she had done in the name of exploration.

And with the manifestation of her contract with Galahad gone, well, let’s say that trashcan lid wasn’t much of a shield. It had done more damage colliding with her head in a poor act of defence than protecting her from such harm.

Pressed against the small wound was a tissue, already spotted with patches of blood, not that she’d let it dampen her spirits. Those creatures were formidable, but she’d manage to come out of it with a mere scrape.

Naturally, wandering up to this man with such a request from a simple haphazard encounter was troublesome; she’d intend to make up for taking his time later, if he’d chosen to heed her request.