Robert Miller
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Slowly, with a smile on his face, Arc stepped toward the Imp. "See? He's not all that bad. All he did was defend himself. We would have done the same, wouldn't we?" The boy asked as he slowly turned to the other children from beside the Imp, before exactly that Imp felt a slight cold of air approaching his throat. "That being said, I personally don't have any qualms doing the same, Mister Imp. I personally don't mind you coming with us, on the contrary, you're probably stronger than all of us at the moment…
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The Imp looked at the Children in front of him, trying to figure out what they meant. He knew about the word 'Broken', because it was in the story in his book, but he didn't understand what they actually meant with that in this situation. Broken things were supposed to be unusable, useless, or shattered, but these Children seemed to be normal to the Imp, even if they made him worry about a lot of things. Either way, the Imp figured it wouldn't make sense to beat around the bush and just ask. "You…
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Confused, the Imp looked at the Child as it was just sitting there like nothing just happened. It seemed to be scared for a moment there, but that soon changed and it just started smiling. So, the Imp chose to push the dagger a little deeper. And the Child didn't seem to even notice, and just looked forward. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. But the Imp couldn't show the child that it was worried. There was something wrong, but the Imp had no idea, but at the very least he could be sure of one…
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Soon enough, the child brought everything into the back of the carriage, and the Imp and the child sat down on the seat in the front together, after the Imp made the child get the two horses hooked up to it. For now, the Imp wanted to take a look to see how the child would actually move this large box. He only ever saw it from the distance until now. And if he figured out how to use this thing on his own, there would be one less thing to rely on the child for. After all, the Imp had no real reason to trust…
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"Air... Magic?" The Imp asked himself confused, trying to figure out what that actually was. He did hear the word 'Magic' before sometime, didn't he? The Imp really wasn't entirely sure where he heard it, but he was close to positive that he did. And then, slowly, the Imp started to remember. It was mentioned a few times whenever the three that the Imp was with before were doing really weird things. One of those was when Avalin immediately put the fire out with a few hand movements. That was magic,…
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And then, the Imp made the child help him out, and in a very specific way. The Imp wanted the child to show him how to do things like make fires. He had no idea how it was done, but that was something that he needed to know from now on. After all, he needed some way to dry the tiny child's diapers after cleaning them, and as far as the Imp could tell, people usually couldn't deal with the cold as well as the Imp could. Especially now, the Imp somehow didn't really feel cold at all, even if he didn't…
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When the Imp looked over the plants that he was hiding behind, he soon managed to properly assess the situation. The Children seemed to all be exhaustedly sleeping inside of the Carriage, and the Man and Woman were sitting outside around a fire, the woman trying to properly aid her wounds while the man was looking at the two cards in his hands. But it seemed like the Woman wasn't exactly happy about this either, because she was simply scowling at the ecstatic man constantly. "Could you maybe help me?…
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With a deep frown, the Imp just stared at the woman, unsure of what she meant with what she just said. "Diapers?" It asked, wondering if this person was making up words to confuse him, and she quickly nodded her head in response. "Y-Yeah, wh-what it's wearing under the cloth-clothes..." The Woman stuttered fearfully, and the Imp continued to frown, "Diapers make it cry?" He asked, continuing to point the dagger at her. After all, he paid as much attention to the child as he could, so nobody could…
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Confused and basically unable to move because of the monster in front of it, the Child just grasped the bottle as tightly as he could, before the Imp slowly moved the Dagger closer toward the Child's face. "You give food." The Imp repeated with a growl, and now, the Child began to slowly react in response and tried to stand up in a hurry, throwing the bottle to the ground as it did so. But instead of doing what the Imp told it to, the Child turned around and chose to run into the opposite direction as…
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After a little while of just sitting there and staring at the small creature in the basket, the Imp chose to finally start moving again, and then carefully picked the basket up by the large handle attached to it. And then, the Imp began to walk, walk, and walk, without pause. After all, that seemed to be what he was supposed to do. Every once in a while, the small creature seemed to wake up, although it luckily fell right back asleep so that the Imp didn't need to worry about what he was supposed to do…
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