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[punchedhitler]

Well.

I went out today to see if I could help with the fact that there's no sun, and I saw this man making lightning and cutting himself, and he was terrorizing the entrance to the underground, so I told him to cut it out. He cut himself and tried to hit me with lightning, but I blocked it, and after I managed to get him somewhere safe where he couldn't hurt anyone else, I noticed that my shield feels right again!

So I guess it just had to be hit by lightning. But the fact that it feels normal makes me a whole lot calmer about this whole thing.

[Pause]

But really, try to use these powers for good, okay? Especially if you have to something terrible to make them work.

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[punchedhitler]

Not lighter, exactly. Right.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

And it felt... wrong before?

[punchedhitler]

It wasn't absorbing shock like it used to.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I don't know what that's supposed to mean.

[punchedhitler]

It used to absorb shock really well...it vibrated at the right frequency to cancel out when it got hit. I don't know exactly how it works, it's a special metal, but when I got here it wasn't doing that.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I see. [She doesn't.] Well, I'm glad you fixed that, then.

[punchedhitler]

It was about time, really.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

You use it a great deal, your shield?

[punchedhitler]

I did a lot more. I guess I still use it a lot.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Did I ever ask you what you did back home?

[punchedhitler]

I'm a soldier.

[In case she didn't]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Oh, well... that's... that's very nice.

[punchedhitler]

I don't know if I'd say that, really. It's just what I do.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

It's just a job to you?

[punchedhitler]

Well, it's more than a job.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Is it an army of faith?

[punchedhitler]

Faith? No, nothing like that.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Ah, I think I remember you mentioning your world's history a bit. Not faith... politics?

[punchedhitler]

Right, politics.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I know soldiers, back home.

[punchedhitler]

But not ones like me?

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

Not... exactly. The ones I know are meant to be very dedicated to the task. They're my bodyguards.

[punchedhitler]

I didn't know you needed bodyguards.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I'm a valuable commodity. The things I do, my station in society, its... unique.

[punchedhitler]

What do you do?