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-The figure sucked himself into a void as soon as the bullets flew at him. He used the yelling as a good bit of timing. He ended up in a different part of the house and took to hiding, in the bathroom ironically. Armane pulled himself off the stove and held his face in pain. A few bullets grazed his back and he gripped it with his hands. “Damn…” He growled in agony. “Casi don’t look for him.” He stood to walk and go find him, a sort of ominous cloud of doom emitting from his form. His good eye glowed a bright red that made the foul feeling almost visible.-
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-Armane heard the words and kept slicing at the cloaked figure and he yelled to her, “You can fire with me in the way! I won’t get hurt!” The cloaked figure threw his scythe towards Casi but Armane caught it and threw it back. During a dodge, the cloaked figure accidentally turned on the oven and felt the heat from it, getting in close to Armane and resulting in hand to hand combat taking place. They were punching one another and their scythes gone back into their decks. The cloaked figure grabbed at Armane and forced his head towards the hot stove. Armane held himself so he didn’t go down and yelled, “SHOOT NOW!” The cloaked figure pushed with all his force and it slammed Armane’s face onto the hot coils, causing him to scream in pain.-
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-The cloaked figure released Armane’s neck and sucked the oncoming bullets into a void by stealing nothingness from elsewhere. The gun ended up smacking him in the head and he took off into the house, towards the kitchen and brought out a bow and arrows, aiming at them and firing. Armane, now free, and worried, placed himself between her and the oncoming arrows as he drew out his scythe and spun it to knock six arrows out of the way. Armane turned to Casi and yelled, “GO HIDE!” He turned back around to another arrow being shot at him, which he caught in his hand before throwing it back at him. The cloaked figure made that disappear too. Armane ran into the kitchen and the cloaked figure retracted his bow so they could fight scythe to scythe.-
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-Armane knew it was their fault. He down right knew it because once they knew what he was, it was too late to change it. He looked at Casi with a smile then it faded again, looking to the window to watch the rain as he spoke. “I am just deathly afraid they are going to come for me if I say any more…” As Armane spoke, a void opened behind them and the cloaked figure that approached him earlier walked out of it. He came up behind Armane and wrapped his arm around his throat and began to choke him. Armane couldn’t do anything.-
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-Armane looked down and smirked. He registered the joke as one but he was going to explain. He smiled once more when he was called a friend and that she’d help. He looked to her and spoke very openly, “I would do anything in my ability to help you too.” He took a deep breath and spoke more grimly, “I should tell you how we did… It really was our own faults. We saw him when we were young and near the end of our game. He was bleeding and hurt. He asked us to find him and we did. We found him when he was a grub, with two different colored eyes. We couldn’t resist raising him… It was a helpless creature, no lusus to be found. So we kind of became his Lusus. There’s more but… I shouldn’t talk about it.” He looked back to the window and seemed a little shaken. He was terrified of one of them returning for him.-
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-Armane smiled a bit at her saying she didn’t like him any more than he did. He looked down at his hot chocolate, swirling the little bit that was left of it. He let his breath out through his nose then gazed at the window Casi looked at. He saw the rain and thought about how good that would feel. His gaze returned to Casi as he drank the last of his chocolate. His eyes glowed and he moved the cup to where he remembered the sink was. He spoke vividly, “I don’t think any of us do but it is our fault he exists anyway I think.” He placed his hands on his lap and then spoke quick, “I mean my group of troll’s fault that is.” He leaned back and turned to begin watching the rain again.-
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-Armane thought and took another sip. “Maybe it was Carolus… who knows…” He looked into the half full cup and sighed a little. “He is causing hell to break loose everywhere else, why not here too…” He seemed disappointed and his head perked up because he thought he heard wings again but it was all in his head.-
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-Armane looked at her and said, “Did yours pass on too?” He was interested in the cows thing. He kinda wanted to see one eventually.-
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“Oh a Lesus is a caretaker. Mine was… magnificent.” Armane seemed sentimental, “She had flowing scales with feathers on her arms. She was just… She raised me. I miss her.” He thought a second then said, “A muscle beast has a strong upper torso and a four legged cloven bottom. They produce milk on our planet.”-
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-Armane smiled and said, “It’s hard to be prepared enough. I just hope you lead your team.” He took another sip. “Do you by chance have a lesus that is a muscle beast?” He finally asked, hoping that was not a cultural difference between them.-
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-Armane nodded and said, “I am the Sylph of Doom. I can well, heal with death. We are the same aspect due to different sessions.” He thought about it and said, “He can… But I always have weapons on me. No worries.” He took another sip and then said, “This is really good…”-
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-Armane drank a little and liked the taste of it. He smiled and then continued, “He is. And we’re going to need help. The younger trolls, working with them will be key to yours and their survival. If you ever hear from them or humans not of your timeline, make friends quick. It may be the only way to survive.” He was wary and said, “He is the Lord of Doom… and no one can hide from him… He just made that clear…”-
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-Armane stared into the cup and said, “We have to call him Carolus, he loves that name. He stands ten feet tall and has green.. I can’t say its flesh. It is but it isn’t. He has large fluffy black wings. He always wears a lab coat and… he is deadly dangerous. There are twelve in my group and we are all terrified to take him on.”-
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-Armane sat where he was set down by her. He heard her say about hot chocolate. He liked the sound of that. Armane ended up watching her after looking around. He saw the milk and whispered to himself, “Does she have a Lesus?” He watched her bring him a cup and he took it. It was very hot but he was comforted by holding it. He then said, “I might want to tell you a bit about him. Prepare you for the future.”-