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The young man tries to open the door, but it’s locked.
In order to dodge the second attack, he stretches his arms out on either end of the door frame, and kicks his legs up in order levitate himself off of the ground, protecting his crouched legs.

 

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The entity slashes the door instead as a result, and the young man takes this moment to step on top of the flat side of the wedged blade, and use his body weight to bend the sword, and pull the entity in closer.
He then kicks it in the face with his other suspended foot, still holding his body by the support of his sturdy arms against the door frame.

 

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The entity, green like vines and faceless with the texture of tar, freezes from the impact of the young man’s foot.
It then begins to shake like a puppet.

 

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The young man then sends a barrage of kicks to its head to make it stop, since his now scared of what it could be up to now, and hopes to make it go unconscious before it succeeds in it’s next course of action.

 

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However, the entity goes completely limp, and collapses to the floor.
Without hesitation, the young man takes this chance to escape to the inside of the castle with the now accessible door, and takes the bent sword in with him just in case.

 

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Once inside, he goes down a small amount of stairs and finds himself in the centre of a thrown room.
Dust is scattered across the floor, or is it ash?
He keeps his ears sharp, hearing for anything else that exists within this building other than his own pattered breath.

 

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He stands in silence for what feels like an unimaginablely long 15 seconds, before he finally hears footsteps echo throughout the halls around him.

 

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He doesn’t know which direction the footsteps are coming from, and quickly looks around, double checking, triple checking, for any signs of where exactly the next potential threat could appear from.

 

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That’s when he sees a figure appear from the shows of one of the halls of the first floor, directly to the right of him.
It appears to be the only source of the sound of footsteps, so there is only one potential threat he must deal with.
The figure stops.

 

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“Young man, what bring you here?”, the voice of a woman.
“S-step out!”
She moves into the light where the roof riddled with holes can illuminate her.

 

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He then lowers his sword.
A normal woman, at least, what feels like is the most normal thing that he has come across in his short but hellish experience in this confusing world.

 

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She is wearing what appears to be a dark gown, and wears a tiara that covers her eyes.
[Yes, I’m going all out with the dark souls references/inspiration.]
Her hair silver, and is well kept despite the state of the castle.
The young man still clenches his sword even though it’s lowered.
He doesn’t know what he should ask in this situation.

 

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The woman takes the lead, “This castle is where The Pures gather.”.
Confused, the young man remains silent.
“Are you surprised? Then I really have to know what brings you here.”
“…I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
He nods.

 

[mmmmmmmmaaaaaaa]

You’re back!

 

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After careful consideration, she asks the young man, “Come here.”.
He hesitates, but does so cautiously anyways.
She stops him though, “Stop. I would appreciate it if you dropped your blade. Well, as much of a blade this is that you have.”

 

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You’re back!

[That’s right.]

 

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He doesn’t drop it.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Do you see a blade on me?”
“You could be hiding one…”
She smirks, “You couldn’t possibly expect me, a lady, to thoroughly prove to you that I am hiding a weapon on me.”.
He gets a little annoyed and embarrassed, “Then I’m not coming over.”.
She sighs.

 

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The young man takes this moment of awkward silence to look around his surroundings, and notices that there is not 1 thrown, but there are 5 thrones, on each of them have vibrant, red banners that look cleaner, newer, than the rest of the rubbish in this place. He wonders if the logos bare any significance, considering just how much they stand out compared to the greyish atmosphere around him.

 

[nsw..wollongong]

wtf is this

 

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Once he turns back to the girl, he sees her lifting her skirt.
He lists his sword higher, “What are you doing?”.
“I’m letting you do a thorough inspection.”
He feels uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know why.
She keeps lifting it, and once her knees are exposed, he says, “Stop it. That’s enough. Just show me that there’s nothing on your back and I’ll come over.”
She sighs with relief, “Ok.”.