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Try hard, camp harder
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Night 1 The sun had set a few hours past and the night had come upon Blake. He had always felt at ease in the night time, oddly enough. His Servant, Assassin, stood at least one foot shorter than Blake, if you discounted his spiky white hair. “Assassin, do some scouting. I want to know what we’re up against. Make sure you don’t interfere,” he directed to Assassin. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” The boy laughed. Not to mock, not to make a jest. “Suit yourself, old man. And if I find someone?” Blake thought for a second. “Follow if you must. But do not engage.” “I heard you the first time,” the child sighed. And just like that, he disappeared from view and became invisible to the naked eye. Calmness returned to the night. His Servant absent, Blake began preparations for his defense. He lifted his arms into the air, absorbing the essence of the black night. It became a part of him, if but only for a moment. He released the gathered energy, the blackness turning into a tangible form. It can only be described as a doppelganger, with its body shape mirroring Blake’s figure. Blake found his way over to a bench, his doppelganger following him. He could finally relax, but instead his mind drifted to other concerns: his sister. ___ Assassin arrived at the Town Hall, a dilapidated building that really didn’t fulfill its own purpose. He noticed an older man, who wore white and grey robes and carried a hefty looking golden staff. Assassin saw that the man’s hair had begun to thin, and that he wore a thick brown goatee. Flanking him was a much younger girl, wearing a school uniform and a sword with chains attached to it. In addition, she seemed to have the loyalty of a white dragon as her personal familiar. They hadn’t noticed Assassin’s presence. The white dragon piqued his interest. Assassin reinforced his own eyesight which aided to peruse the odd dragon. It seemed that the dragon was equally sturdy against material and immaterial attacks. Assassin focused his attention elsewhere, and concentrated. He suppressed his aura even further, weakening his own self in the process. By doing this, he could easily pursue a target. This wasn’t exactly the most exciting of things to do, but hey, he did have a talent for it. “Hook, line, and sinker,” Assassin said to himself, softly. |
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