Daniel Garcia
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Being careful in traversing the slippery hallway required a certain level of both balance and concentration, as a slight misstep made him instinctively reach for something to catch himself on, but that would only lead to directly touching the substance. "Any clue if it's closeby or not?" He asked, "You've been here a long time, so I'm assuming you've figured out some tricks to its movement…" Walking close behind him, Blimpo answered, retrieving a gadget from his belt as they both came to a stop. In the…
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As a showcase, Blimpo pointed his gauntlet toward one of the walls that was formed of solid dirt and reinforced with dusty wood, holding a smile as he slapped a circular, white button on the side of the gauntlet with his other hand. "Mode: Mud Spider! Go!" Blimpo called out. It was a shockingly intricate display of technological prowess, coming from a shoddy-seeming gauntlet with wood at its base: the redwood plates slid and readjusted with the press of the button, causing the deep-blue rune and the…
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"Give it a try," Blimpo said, standing up and watching with a smile. There was some hesitation taken as Emilio was careful in lifting the steel-made railgun of mystical potency; it required his supernatural strength as it was the size of his own body, wielding with one arm. As he wrapped his fingers around the hollow, circular grip, he then took in a breath before invoking his newer skill: Through his veins and the flow of energy through his body, the Dragonheart blood manifested through the azure…
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Hearing the reality of a place like Terusania irked the young man; that unfair, vile discrimination was something undeniably a part of reality. Prejudice based on one's own genetic differences, shortcomings, and even defects was something that struck a chord in the young Dragonheart. "That's terrible," Emilio remarked truthfully, "I don't understand the point of having a civilization that advanced if they're just going to embody backwards ideals like that." Picking up a rusty wrench, Blimpo flipped it…
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"I've got a lot of questions. But, if you're looking to get out of here, then I say we've got a common goal," Emilio said. A smile etched itself across the blue-eyed elf's lips as he jabbed his thumb against his own chest, "Ask away, friend! I know only what I know, but what I know is your knowledge all the same!" Without a doubt, the first question he had pertained to the nature of the realm he found himself in now; even if it was clear it was that which came after death, it didn't fit the bill of a…
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It flowed through his veins like a wildfire; that sublime, azure heat. Running across his skin like a tattoo of fiery ink, that shining-blue essence was reflected in the shift of his amethyst irises, which altered to a momentary sapphire. In the course of a half-second, it activated in full, birthing a natural light that emitted from the Dragonheart's tattoos as his body was imbued with a bestial strength, allowing him to dash forward with monstrous speed. It was a state of monstrous power, granted…
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After sitting there for a minute, trying to outlast the taunts from the walls that suddenly grew mouths, he found the annoyance not to dull, bringing him to sit up again. …It's not real. Of course. Walls don't talk and laugh! Obviously! He told himself. With that in mind, he drew in a large breath of air into his lungs before slapping his own cheeks in an attempt to correct his diluted perception. "Gya-ha-ha!" "Foolish, boy! Foolish, boy!" –It did not help; in fact, the taunts from the walls only…
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This time, stripped of his equipment in his last encounter, he looked around the armory with a different perspective. After witnessing the ineffectiveness of conventional weapons against the seemingly impervious form of War, he was careful in what he chose. Though this time, the options seemed to be different than the ones he was presented with before. In fact, nothing even seemed to be the same at all. "...Huh, what's all of this?" He questioned in a mumble. What were basic, standard-issue weapons…
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In a quick movement before the entity that embodied "War" of another realm, he drew his crossbow, which was already loaded with a bolt, and aimed it straight for the center-mass of the armored brute. "Gh-!" Shooting the heavy-duty crossbow came with its own kickback, firing the bolt straight for the entity's chest before–CLANG. In a disheartening collision, the crossbow bolt merely bounced off of the terrifyingly durable plated chest of War. Still, he didn't let himself be dissuaded, sucking in a…
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Landing on his back into a new room in the frightening maze of grime and steel, he instinctively caressed his shoulder. "--Ngh!" A flood of hot liquid pressed against his hand as he lifted it, finding his palm stained in fresh crimson; there was a monstrous hole bored through his left shoulder. There was no doubt it was impossible to even utilize that arm now with any efficiency. THUD-THUD. THUD-THUD. THUD-THUD. Picking himself up weakly and with a pained groan, he briefly gazed down the hall with the…
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