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childofatlas ([info]childofatlas) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-05-12 19:44:00


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Entry tags:derek woo, dolemeck, plot - "the nights tale"

The Battle of the Pyrenees
Derek was glad that with Atlas the way it was it was easy to get in and out of nations the way it was. Just a few hours previous (well, more than that, but not by much), they had been in New York City, deciphering something from medieval French in order to find the location of a sword thought to be lost for eternity. And now they were powering their way through Spain, heading just a few miles south of the Breach of Roland itself.

It was really spooky just how close to history they got here. And now they were searching for something even more important historically.

"Hey, Dole, about where on the map was the location again?"


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[info]childofatlas
2013-05-14 11:53 pm UTC (link)
"We'll get your wounds taken care of. As for the sword..."

Derek picks up the sword with care, looking incredibly awkward holding the weapon.

"We'll have to find some way of storing it. The song of power will be really strong. We also should deal with that."

Derek motions to Precieuse.

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[info]dolemecknight
2013-05-15 12:03 am UTC (link)
Shaking his head, Dolemeck headed into the grotto. He could not swim what so ever, but he was tall, and he could easily get the sword without drowning in it's refreshing looking waters.

There was some red about the water as he sunk in a bit to grasp the sword, only to pop up screaming in pain as he grasped Precieuse. It hurt him to hold the blade because of it's magical properties, but he did not want Derek to get even touch this blade!

If it made that woman into some sort of mind controlled swordswoman, he did not wish to see what it could do to Derek. He was cringing quite a bit, more blood dripping from his hand.

"I suggest we hurry... this pain is a bit much for me."

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[info]childofatlas
2013-05-15 12:19 am UTC (link)
"Got it," Derek said, putting his hand in his pocket and touching a slim bit of metal. It signaled the plane to swing around and land. They should set down by the time Derek and Dolemeck get back up to the surface.

"The plane'll be here shortly. They'll get you patched up until we get you to a proper hospital.

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[info]dolemecknight
2013-05-15 12:25 am UTC (link)
Dolemeck said nothing. Absolutely nothing as they waited for their plane to land. His arm felt like it was on fire, as did the slash wounds to his arm, face, and back. But he did his very best to not show any pain. But inside, he was screaming in agony and full of anger, hate, and just feeling so alone. Was this the sword making him feel such things, or was this how he truly felt knowing the truth of his past?

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