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Richard looked around the room again, taking it all in. He was impressed and worried; impressed at what Scipio had down, and worried about what had caused all of that anger.
Reflection in the Dark (closed)
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Scipio just sighed, fidgeting with a piece of fabric he'd torn from the couch with one hand. He occasionally glanced up at the carnage.
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"Anything else you need to do?" Richard finally spoke up.
"Cause if not, we should head out. We're still fighting a war, after all."
He shook his head and stood up, tossing the fabric to the ground. "Let's go. Merlin can fix this place; I presume that's something he does."
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Richard chuckled.
"Yeah, it'll be taken care of while we're gone." Richard stepped over to the basement door, holding it open.
"This way to the battlefield," He said.
Scipio followed him silently, glad he always had some aggression to use in case of a fight.
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Richard walked silently down the stairs, flipping the lights on when he reached the bottom. The basement was bare; cement walls and floor, pipes snaking through the ceiling, and dust-covered half windows along the west-facing wall. This wall was also covered in weapons and armor; knives and leather jerkins, guns and bulletproof vests, swords and metal armor.
"Take your pick," Richard said, moving to put on a gladiator style vest and a shortsword.
Scipio pulled on the armor that seemed most familiar to him, a medium weight breastplate and some greaves. He grabbed the thing that looked most like a rifle and turned towards Richard.
Scipio pulled on the armor that seemed most familiar to him, a medium weight breastplate and some greaves. He grabbed the thing that looked most like a rifle and turned towards Richard.
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When he saw that Scipio was armed, Richard turned to the opposite wall. Picking up a piece of white chalk, he started drawing runes in an arch, murmuring. He finally stopped when he had created something that resembled a doorframe out of the runes.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Mhmm." Scipio adjusted his grip on his weapon and went through the door with RIchard, taking a deep breath.
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Richard held his sword tightly as he stepped through. They appeared on a vast plain, the landscape charred from previous battles. Richard walked carefully.
"We're just doing a sweep for now," Richard said.
Scipio nodded curtly and walked through, alert. He glanced around as he walked and it was obvious he'd been on a battlefield before. "If I get hurt in here, do you as well? And vice versa?" He asked in a hushed voice.
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"I think it's only if you get wounded." Richard held his sword with one hand, treading lightly.
Scipio gripped his gun tightly, his steps purposeful and light. He made almost no sound and a few strands of his hair fell over his eyes, which he ignored.