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[RP] Throne of time¦ Time of day: afternoon¦ Weather: sunny

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Ayara012:
I watched as Bio wandered over and plopped himself down in the chariot. He started playing with my kusarigamas, like a cat. After a few moments, he looked at, asking a question I found a bit hard to answer.
Ayara, why are you so sad? Did you have a mean big brother too?
He goes back to playing with the chains, and I watching him for a moment.
Ah...No, Bio. I didn't have a mean big brother. But you see, my mommy didn't like me. You know how all the great big monsters come after us as we get older? My mom was afraid of that. So...simply put, she left me. I can't even remember what she looks like. And the streets aren't exactly the best place for a kid to grow up in. There were lots of people that did and said...mean...things to me. 
I turned to him, motioning to my face, and the very prominent scar.
Someone gave me this. Most people don't get along with me very well. To put it an easier way...
I thought for a moment.
I guess I was kinda like a goldfish, too. But my bowl was huge and scary, full of dark places and dangerous fish. I didn't have any fishy friends, or auntie doggies.
I looked at him, then shook my head.
Ah, whatever. It's probably better if you don't really think about it.
There's no need to tell him what happened with that girl...

The-Blades-slave:
Warren smiled and he felt the over-whelming urge to choke Nemesis, so he did. He focused then cut off all the air going through Nemesis lung by forcing him to stop breathing using his abilities. Then he approached Nemesis sword in his hand and dug the sword deep into the wound he had gotten from Ayara. He turned the sword once then twice, and then slowly retracted his sword

Hows your own medicine feel like bastard?

Then he let nemesis breath so that he could respond

Desbear:
efialtes scooted deeper into his corner as warren did this to nemesis.Uh...W-warren, were on the same side a-as him, I w-would stop this if I were you.

He blinked.Wait..did he say he would k-kick the dog?...do it again warren!

Efialtes got up and went over to the weapons master and watches the weapon master work.

WhatThePumpkin:
THe man tilted his head back, gagging. His lungs wouldn't work, even without his command. He couldn't open his throat, he couldn't speak.
When Warren charged him, all he could do was flinch, then open his mouth in a silent cry of pain, as the sword went right into his right arm, cutting through the flesh attached to his bone.
D-Don't you dare, he thought. His whole body spasmed as the sword was turned once, and twice, then slowly drawn out, Shreds of muscle were everywhere. His eyes were wide, and they darted around, looking at Warren first, then his arm, then Efialtes, then his arm again.
No, it couldn't be called an arm anymore. Bone was exposed, muscle was torn. He couldn't even move it. Not to mention that he still couldn't breathe. But, that was quickly fixed with Warren's powers letting go of him.
" How does your own medicine feel like, bastard?"
" Hehehe... " He lowered his head, smirking. " You Bastard. THat was my favorite arm. Can't go mutilating team members, now can you" THat was very rude. You should apologize."
His expression changed from one of amusement, to one struck with pain. " THis isn't fair. That wasn't your score to settle."
He backed up, and glared at Efialtes. " Don't egg him on, brat."
--
Bio's eyes widened. Your mommy didn't want you! That's terrible! You're smart, pretty, and strong! Only a bad mommy is scared of their kid! It's good that you don't remember her. Or else, I'd go teach her a lesson!
He paused his train of thought, and pouted. If I could, anyway...
I mean, a bowl, full of scary dark places an mean fighting fish? Poor auntie!
He patted her shoulder, avoiding the tender and sore bandaged skin and wound. THose people were jerk cats. THat's what they were. I wish I were there! I could've helped you!
...
If I were tougher...

The-Blades-slave:
Warren smiled

But you see i'm a god, unless Felix directly commands me to not do it I can do what I please.

Then he pointed his sword downward and slammed down as hard as he could, sending the tip rocketing for Nemesis foot...

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