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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 20:07:17 GMT -5
Diablo chuckled and crossed his arms, "Yes, maybe your daddy isn't as pure as believed. He might be a tyrant wanting to rule over Earth and you could be his latest weapon to wipe out mankind."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 20:10:05 GMT -5
X's hands shook some more before they clenched.
X: No...it's not true! He wants me to live in a world of peace! He would never build me just to cause murder and destruction! If I was given any weapons, it would be to protect the peace!
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 20:13:39 GMT -5
"Violence begets more violence. To make a robot for the purpose of upholding peace only means death. So even if you are a 'peace-keeper', you will still be a monster. A horrible mechanically fiend who will only know death and destruction," said Diablo in a cruel tone. "Kinda places your world outta context, doesn't it?"
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 20:15:12 GMT -5
X increase the pressure of his clenched teeth, trying to hide the fear and worry of the decisions he would make when he wakes up from his 30 year hibernation.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 20:19:03 GMT -5
Diablo enjoyed the pain he was causing X. He was messing with his perception of this world, and rather liked X's reacion, "And how do you know the peace you are to protect is the right one? Everyone has their own definition of peace, for all we know you could be protecting the evil and wicked when protecting the 'peace'," he exclaimed.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 20:26:55 GMT -5
X growled in frustration.
X: Peace is something I'll have to find myself. I don't know where I'll find it or who's going to show me, but I know there's peace somewhere in this world.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 20:30:48 GMT -5
Diablo laughed at this. He thought it was absurd and ridiculous. "I of all people should know how monstrous mankind is. I am the Fruit of their Sins. I was dead then brought back to life to become the core part of a battle-type attack armor. And the one who defilled my grave and my deceased body was my own father. Tell me now that peace and all things good still exists on this planet. Then I will not kill you or your family."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 20:34:01 GMT -5
X: It is and still is. Even if it isn't there, I know there's a place where no one has even heard of violence or family betrayal. If that place existed, I would have moved my whole family there to get away from what's going on right now.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 20:57:12 GMT -5
"You are too narrowed minded, peace is nonexistent. It never existed in the first place," said Diablo, "It's just an illusion created by optimists like you."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 21:01:59 GMT -5
X clenched his fist.
X: Then I'll make it a reality...without violence or death.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 21:07:42 GMT -5
Diablo chuckled lightly, "Try, you will still need to use violence. You might as well give up on it now, this world has enough martyrs as it is."
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 21:10:44 GMT -5
X muffled a growl as he turns to leave.
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Post by Gen Gravy on Oct 21, 2005 21:17:02 GMT -5
Diablo shouted to him, "Remember Warrior of the Peace: Violence begets violence, and death begets death. Fight if you must, but do it not for peace, but for the future generations of Earth and the protection of the weak. And do remember our bargain on peace existing!" Diablo felt confident in the fact that he might have aided in the progression of something big, but didn't care.
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Post by White-Jet on Oct 21, 2005 21:25:27 GMT -5
X looked as though he wasn't listening, but understood what Diablo said as he continued onward.
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Post by Christi on Oct 21, 2005 21:54:39 GMT -5
"Treeeeble. Come on!...Uh, heel? Please? Oh, darn Forte and his stupid blackmail threat! Why on earth did I chose to walk you instead?" Christi walked Treble along a path in the park, though it looked more like she was being dragged along. She struggled to keep a firm hold on the leash while trying to keep her footing.
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