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    ♜ Stone and Dagger ♜ [w/Percy]

    Dagda
    Dagda

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    Posts : 30
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    Age : 30
    Experience : 2,150

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    First Magic: Leviathan
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    Post by Dagda on 27th January 2020, 6:45 pm

    I found the perfect images for this thread~:
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    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 1,206
    Job Word Count: 1,206
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Moondust
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    Darkness encompassed Dagda. It was all he could see. It surrounded him, filled him, consumed him. It held him, carried him through the void in which he had been thrown. Occasionally a light would flash in the pitch black, streaking by before returning him to the darkness. Dagda had noticed that it had a tunnel-like shape every time light would pass by.

    The Leviathan wasn’t sure how long he had been here in this space. Minutes? Weeks? Did time even exist here? There was no way to track it. There wasn’t even a way to tell where he was. All he knew was darkness. Darkness and pain.

    The last thing Dagda remembered was being in the control room of the Mizi fortress on Tetsukazu. He had come there to meet with the Mizi to discuss his actions from a previous day. Despite his hatred for the beings, he wanted to reconcile with them for the sake of his people. They were still blinded by their worship of the invaders. He had to act like he was still a supporter of Mizi control. It was too soon and too dangerous for him to usurp their control after working against them in the shadows for years.

    The meeting had been an ambush. Dagda was alone with the five remaining Mizi. As he entered the chamber, they had confronted him. All of his treason against Mizi rule was brought to light, exposing Dagda. He was a heretic in their eyes, trying to stir rebellion under their noses. They had attacked him after all their accusations were revealed. It was a vicious, one-sided battle. The magic they had cloaked the room with prevented Dagda from using his Leviathan form, which left him at a disadvantage. The battle waged around a giant circular opening in the center of the room, which was covered by a metal aperture.

    The Leviathan held them off the best he was able, but there was only so much he could do. It all came to a head when he was sparring with a Mizi by the name of Ergal. Dagda's arm had transformed to be made of a dark blue-gray slate. Metal had sheared off of stone as he battled the axe-wielding being. His right arm and the weapon had interlocked and the two struggled to overwhelm the other with strength.

    Another Mizi, Sighne, attacked Dagda from the side. Before he could react, she had swung at his arm with an enchanted sword. It landed at the spot where the slate part of Dagda’s arm ended and the skin began. Magically enhanced metal cut clean through skin, flesh, and bone. The Leviathan’s stone arm dropped to the floor. He was left with a furiously bleeding stump as he had roared in pain.

    Dagda had stumbled back, nearly blinded by pain. Sighne used magic to open the aperture in the center of the room. Beneath it was a dark opening that swirled and crackled with energy. It seemed to be and endless hole with no bottom. Sighne had approached Dagda, who could barely stand straight. With a strong kick, the Leviathan was launched into the portal and away from everything he had ever known.

    The whole time Dagda had been in this tunneling void, he slipped in and out of consciousness. The pain from his arm stump was always there, throbbing and aching. It never seemed to end. When he was conscious, Dagda’s mind wandered. It was hard to contemplate where he was and what this place was. Did he really exist? Had he passed away, and this is what came after life? He often thought about his son. The little boy’s face was easy to picture. Dagda missed him dearly, and often found himself in tears at the thought. Would he ever see his son again? He struggled to even consider the possibility.

    After a few days - or was it minutes? - Dagda stopped floating and started moving. It wasn’t clear how he knew, he just did. Slowly he began to pick up speed through the tunnels. Light began to flash by more often. Eventually, it became constant, outlining the tunnel-shape. Dagda realized that he was in some sort of portal. It could even be a wormhole. Whatever it was, he was traveling through space. The light that lined the tunnel was created by passing stars.

    Dagda felt that he was getting close to something in the tunnel. Though it seemed never ending, subtle shifts in the space let him know when things changed. The titan had no control over where he was going. Eventually he ought to end up somewhere, right?

    That somewhere ended up being a portal opening that approached in a blink. Dagda was launched out of the opening at a fast pace. Dark brown eyes looked frantically around, trying to figure out where he was. It seemed that he had been dropped out of the wormhole tunnel into a stormy sky. He wasn’t even sure what planet he was on, but it definitely wasn’t Tetsukazu.

    Dagda looked around through the dark storm clouds as he fell. Wait - falling? All at once, the Leviathan realized that he was plummeting through the air towards the planet’s surface. Gusts of wind and thick raindrops began to pelt the man as he fell. His skin turned red with the battering of the weather.

    The Leviathan broke through the base of the stormy clouds. Beneath him, a strange-looking forest spread for miles. The trees were tall and unlike anything he had seen before on Tetsukazu. Dagda looked straight down and realized there was a lake beneath him. He was directly on target to land in it. The waters looked turbulent with giant waves that pushed from shore to shore.

    Dagda could only watch as he fell closer and closer. He curled his body into a ball the best that he could with only one arm. A raging fire of pain had alighted in the stump once again, reminding him that it was a fresh, open wound. The titan closed his eyes as he reached impact, hoping that he wouldn’t die.

    His body collided with the lake’s surface with a BOOM, sending water splashing high into the air. The turbulent water tore at his arm wound. Dagda let out a tremendous roar of pain that shook the earth. The titan’s form tore through the water and he collided with the lakebed. Rocks tore at his skin, breaking through the clothing and leaving him with cuts all over.

    Dagda uncurled his body slowly, the pain nearly knocking him out. He had to get out of the lake before he drowned. The injury, the fall, and the water had taken all of the little energy he had. There was no chance of turning his body to stone so that he didn’t have to breathe. He began to push himself to the surface.

    As he breached the water, waves tore at the man. Was the lake always like this? He hoped not. “Help! Please help me!” he cried out weakly across the water, hoping that if there was anyone around that they could hear him over the storm. If not, there was a large chance that he would perish.
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    Percy
    Percy

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    Lineage : Knight of Spirits
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    Post by Percy on 1st February 2020, 1:30 am

    “Something fell out of it!” a voice rang over the torrential rush of the storm to a team of people scurrying around a beached boat. “Hurry! We have to get to these coordinates,” Perseus Dagger emphasized as he lowered a tool from his eye and shoved a piece of paper with a hastily scrawled bunch of numbers on it into the captain’s hands.

    “Sir, it’s a bit dangerous..” one of the team lightly protested, to which Percy only grinned and clapped him on the back. “No risk, no reward, Parsons! I’ve been tracking dimensional anomalies for years, and this is the first time I’ve gotten to one in time to not only witness it, but get a hold of what comes out of one. Hurry, hurry, everyone!” the science nerd urged, pulling his raincoat’s hood over his two-toned head a bit more as he rushed onto the boat.

    Percy had his hands in many technological projects. More generally, he adored all things science. Normally this applied more to the tech side, but technology could be applied to nearly every field of study, from the more science fiction to practical medicine. He had no idea the two would meet today, though. The youngest Dagger son had invented a device that continually scanned the magnetic forces around Earthland, occasionally detecting a change. Normally it looked as if black holes formed within the ozone of their planet, closing as quickly as they opened. He suspected wormholes existed, either naturally or magically made. While inter-dimensional travel was a draw on its own, Percy was more interested in the magical element. If someone could rip holes in space and time to move things around, perhaps such a being could bestow magic on someone? No matter the vast discovers and breakthroughs he made in the world of science, magic would always be at the forefront of his one-track mind.

    This particular disturbance picked up by the device crackled for a long time before it opened over a lake in the middle of Sakuramori. The forrest was very familiar to him. He’d spent a lot of time researching in the strange environment filled with magic and spirits. While it did usually have his allergies in a whirl by the end, he cared not. His team rushed right to the indicated site by lacricopter towing a high-powered boat, both of his own design to function no matter the weather.

    Even if his research team was wary of their boss’s slightly reckless enthusiasm, they were ever obedient to the influential Dagger family and dared not throw their livelihoods away to resist. Percy would never have treated them this way, but they weren’t used to the unusually soft nature of the youngest sibling. The boat sliced through the choppy waters like a hot knife through butter, using a mix of smart design and bottom weights to stay perfectly stable. All eyes scanned for something foreign in the water, but it was so choppy and dark from the storm that Percy feared it’d been lost. “Quick, someone get me some thermal nocs,” commanded the head of research, holding out a hand expectantly. The lenses appeared in his hand within an instant and he gave the area another scan, then gave an uncharacteristically loud whoop. “THERE IT IS!” he cried, pointing in the appropriate direction so the captain could steer that way. The more he looked at the orange and red shape bobbing in the water, the more his brows creased in thought. “Or...should I say...he rather than it,” he mildly corrected himself. It was clearly a humanoid shape, and given the build it was traditionally male. It might have been a hasty assumption given that it’d just popped out of a wormhole from lord knows where, but he’d edit himself later after further observation.

    As they pulled up to the struggling man, it seemed either the relief of being saved or his condition robbed him of his consciousness. Just like that Percy snapped from the curious researcher to someone with medical experience. Blood mixed with the rainwater in the floor of the boat, turning it pink quickly. “He’s injured pretty badly. Emma!” A girl emerged from the cabin below in a white coat, carrying a hefty medical bag. “The worst is his arm— Er, the lack of a-arm...” His eyes trailed to the stump and he felt his stomach do a little flip. Sympathetic pain in his own arm throbbed sharply, and the amount of blood gave him just a moment’s pause. He was medically trained enough to handle this, but he had never been an emergency surgeon. The traumatic nature of the injury and the pressure were things Percy had never been the best with, but within seconds he switched to mind over matter. He knew what he had to do. “HURRY! Back to shore, we have to get him into the copter and back to Dagger Corp. Emma, on the way help me curb the bleeding and preserve the nerve endings,” he commanded, getting right to work. If he could save these nerves, he already had an idea of what he could do for this man.

    Within a half hour they were back at Dagger Corp and the mysterious portal man was in a state-of-the-art hospital room. While the company wasn’t a hospital and didn’t do much in the way of rescue care or even general medicine for the masses, they did quite a number of experimental surgeries, usually offering trials for specified scenarios. While the trial testing out the new artificial limbs hadn’t started yet, it was close enough. This man was too prime a candidate for his high-tech prosthetic to pass up the opportunity.

    Once scrubbed in, he and a medical team went to work installing the base connector to the stump, effectively taking care of the wound and preserving the nerves needed to work the cybernetic arm. Overall, the whole team was surprised by how nearly identical the man’s physiology was to an Earthland human. If there were any huge differences, they couldn’t discern them while doing surgery on the remaining part of the arm. It was a mystery how he’d received the handicap, but it was a very clean cut. Too clean. Presumably some sort of blade? A casualty from the wormhole? They all had so many questions. Was he even from another dimension, or maybe another time? The questions would never end, but the surgery would quickly. It was a success! His other cuts and bruises were cared for, then he was left to rest and recover.

    Some time later, Percy returned to the room with the replacement arm. It looked robotic with its bright metal and black silicone in the joints and covering the digits, but still had the proportions of an average human arm. One day the Dagger scientist hoped to make a skin-like cover for the prosthetic that would make it look real, but as it was, it should function nearly exactly like a normal limb, minus the tense of touch. Installing touch receptors into the silicone was the next thing he planned to work on. Leaving the arm on a table across the room, Percy approached to check the skin around the connector, then started attaching wires into the base that would serve as the new “nerves” for the new arm.

    The two toned young man’s mismatched eyes glanced over at the scarred face of the man for what seemed like the hundredth time since they fished him out of the lake. Something about the man kept drawing his eye...and it was making him uncomfortable.

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    Dagda
    Dagda

    Player 
    Lineage : Warrior's Heart
    Position : None
    Posts : 30
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 30
    Experience : 2,150

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Leviathan
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Dagda on 1st February 2020, 5:36 pm

    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 915
    Job Word Count: 3,386
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Moondust
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    Dagda’s ears were battered by the noise of the storm and the waves of water. Despite the din, he could swear he heard a voice cry out. The titan did his best to fight the current as he looked for the source. Another wave crashed over his head, submerging him for a moment. He resurfaced with a gasp. Every muscle in his body was burning with the effort it took to stay alive in this moment. He had to fight! Fight the water, fight the pain, fight the panic. It was a battle of body and mind.

    “THERE IT IS,” came the cry of a voice from nearby. Relief coursed through the exhausted Leviathan. Someone was here! Dagda saw a boat tearing through the water towards him, cutting through waves with ease. Blackness had begun to eat away at the edge of his vision. Dagda knew he wasn’t long for the waking world and maybe not for the living one either. Whoever it was had arrived just in time.

    The titan felt his body being pulled from the churning water onto the boat. A few heavy coughs racked his body as it got rid of the water he had inhaled in the lake. That was all it took for Dagda to run out of energy. Bleary eyes closed before he could see who had rescued him from the clutches of the water. He felt his consciousness slipping, then blacked right out.

    While Dagda was out, his dreams remained as turbulent as the lake. He dreamed of the Mizi enslaving his people more than they already had. They were torturing his friends and family to know more about his secret rebellion. Magical shackles and chains held titans of all races as they were forced into the mines. Dagda tried to stop them in his dream. He paced towards Sighne, ready to attack. She turned to him, and Dagda recoiled in shock. The alien was holding his son!

    The fear of his last dream caused Dagda to rocket to the waking world. He could hear someone shuffling around nearby. The sound of metal being placed down could be heard across the room, then footsteps approaching. Whoever it was started touching his upper arm. The limb felt weird… Dagda tried to clench his hand into a fist. The movement failed and his heart dropped. Why couldn’t he feel his hand, or arm, or anything below the shoulder?

    Dark eyes cracked open, taking in the well lit room. It was clean, colored with pale paint. Dagda slowly looked over at his right side. Someone’s head was bent over his arm, fingers working swiftly with some wires. The hair was split down the middle - half red and half white. He couldn’t see their face.

    The Leviathan’s eyes wandered down further. He realized that his chest was uncovered by clothing. Some bruises and scratches dotted his torso from the landing. Dark brown eyes flickered to the right. Whatever the person was doing felt weird. They moved slightly, revealing the metal base that covered the end of the stump where his arm once was. All at once Dagda remembered what had happened. Sighne’s sword taking his arm off. The wormhole, the storm, the lake. The boat that had crossed wild waters to save him.

    Dagda was filled with adrenaline all at once as he freaked out. Whoever this was had done something to what was left of his arm. The titan didn’t know where he was or even what planet he was on. Everything was unfamiliar and therefore had to be treated as a threat. This person could be slowly killing him with the wires!

    Dagda leapt up from the hospital bed he was in. It took a moment to regain his balance and center of gravity. In a split second, the titan had vaulted himself over the hospital bed towards the two-toned person. All the wires and tubes that had been attached to and in him were ripped out. Fluids and medical supplies scattered all over the floor.

    The titan bowled right into the other person, knocking them to the ground. He stumbled but came to stand over them. They turned out to be a young man with a scarred face. Dagda moved to grab him up with his right hand. The phantom feeling of the missing limb had deceived him. He was usually right handed and was going by muscle memory. It would take a while to become accustomed to using his left hand. A frustrated grunt left his mouth.

    Dagda grabbed the front of the young man’s shirt in his left hand. Standing up, he lifted him and pinned him against the wall with a THUD. Due to Dagda’s height, the other man was held high off the ground. His chest rose and fell swiftly as he tried to regain his breath from the sudden activity. After lying still for an uncertain amount of time, it was an effort to move. Adrenaline pulsed through the titan. Veins were standing up in his hand and arm as the muscles flexed.

    He leaned in towards the young man. Dark eyes glared threateningly from under furrowed brows. “Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to my arm?” he snarled, clenching his fist tighter around the shirt. Dagda wasn’t usually this aggressive, but he was confused and slightly scared. Not knowing anything about his situation was unnerving. He would intimidate answers out of this man if he had to!
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    Percy
    Percy

    Alt Account- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Limited Edition- Buddy Buddy- Taskmaster- Halloween job event participant - Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Player 
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    Posts : 57
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    Post by Percy on 9th February 2020, 11:13 pm

    It was a shock how quickly things went sideways. One moment he was glancing over the stranger between work on the wiring at the stump, the next the base and its wires were jerked from his grip and sight. He jumped off his stool and staggered back a couple steps, watching his patient stagger out of bed and thrash about. "H-HEY!" he started dumbly, wanting to tell him to calm down and stop ripping all the IVs and such out, but nothing more came. The mysterious man from another world was fraught with panic, as was Percy more by the second. Had the sedatives wore off so soon? This was the price he'd pay for not fully knowing the physiology of his patient.

    Maybe this had been an unwise decision.

    Percy had been just about to open his mouth to try and calm him when a flash of skin launched at him. vaulting over the bed and slammed him with enough force that he smacked down onto the cold hard tile. Wheezing some air back into his lungs, mismatched eyes widely stared up at him as he loomed. Too startled to put up a fight, Percy should have used the second or two granted to him by the dawning realization that the limb his patient wished to use was missing, but instead he chose to basically remain there. He scooted back a little, holding up a hand meant to calm the bewildered man. "Y-You're saf--" he tried to get out, but it was too late once more. The remaining left hand grabbed him up like he weighed nothing more than a ragdoll in a child's grip. That was quite a testament, seeing how Percy was no lightweight with his well-trained muscles and the attacker only had one arm. Never before had Percy been lifted so high by the collar nor slammed so hard into a wall, so once again he was groaning and left gasping for air. One hand gripped the wrist of the spooked male's arm wrist, the other pushed defensively at his bare chest. Muscles twitched with effort under his fingers, and leave it to Percy to manage to admire this despite the threatening nature. He was a fine specimen indeed. Percy knew at least three martial arts moves that would get him out of his position, but his science brain was on. Fighting back might injure the other man further, or even jeopardize the surgery on the stump. Plus, any hope of keeping him here to finish required him to think with his head and not with his might.

    Despite this dire situation that had Percy reeling, he felt a wash of relief as he heard language he understood pass from his aggressor's lips. At least he knew they could communicate, something he hadn't considered until now. How much worse off would they be if there was a language barrier to complicate it further? "P-Perseus D-D-Dagger," he responded to the first command, eyes still wide as they stared into the dark ones near his face. He was almost afraid to blink. "You're in D-Dagger Corps' medical ward. Y-your arm was missing when we found you!" the younger Dagger male assured him, mistaking the question for an accusation that he had been responsible for the loss of limb. He had no idea what this man remembered before he landed in the lake. "S-See? I s-saved the nerve endings in your upper arm...for a p-prosthetic replacement." The scientist patted his chest toward the right arm. Even though the wires were a bit wonky from being jerked out of his hands, the base still remained attached to his arm and nerves. Maybe he'd take a look and see it wasn't hurting him. In fact, it wasn't bleeding and probably didn't hurt too much. The Dagger's medical skills and access to cold fusion post-surgery treatments made wounds heal absurdly fast.

    As time ticked on with Percy still in his precarious position, he started to squirm a little in the strong man's grip, his own pain from being slammed and held there starting to wear on him. Even so, he couldn't help but notice how close this muscular man was to him. He was...a nice-looking guy. Something about that and his magnificent show of force had his heart racing now, not entirely out of danger, but also...attraction? No, that couldn't be right. Percy wasn't into that...was he? He had been spending a lot of time looking at his face and body... Now the hand placed on the other man's chest seemed awkward. Cheeks flushed brighter and brighter, spreading from ear to ear the longer he was pinned to the wall. "I...I'm just trying to help..." he nearly whimpered, turning his eyes off to the side.

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    Dagda
    Dagda

    Player 
    Lineage : Warrior's Heart
    Position : None
    Posts : 30
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 30
    Experience : 2,150

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Leviathan
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Dagda on 10th February 2020, 7:18 pm

    Space Dad
    Dagda
    Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
    Job: Free Form
    Post Word Count: 731
    Job Word Count: 4,910
    Muse: Daddy/10
    Music: Moondust
    Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
    Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
    The young man’s hands grasped at Dagda as the giant held him against the wall. He felt one on his wrist while the other touched his bare chest. Despite the touch and pushing, he didn’t budge an inch. There were hundreds more questions he needed to ask. Until the younger one proved himself not to be a threat, Dagda would hold him hostage in the air.

    Dagda watched the man’s face with intense scrutiny. The pain and panic the other was feeling did not escape his notice. A twinge of guilt twisted in the titan’s gut. He would likely apologize once he felt safe.

    The Leviathan listened carefully as stuttered words were spoken. The two-toned one revealed his name to be Perseus. There was fear in his widened eyes as he spoke. Dagda’s expression relaxed as he heard language he could understand. He remained quiet until Perseus had answered his first questions. Apparently he was in a place called Dagger Corp. The giant man glanced around the room, trying to piece together what that name meant. Nothing really gave him distinct clues. He knew he was in a place that provided medical care. It was unlike anything he had seen on Tetsukazu, though. Even in this room there was more advanced technology than anything his people had created.

    Dagda cursed himself as he realized the wording of his question had been mistaken. He was painfully aware of how his arm had been lost. A silent curse was mentally said towards Sighne. Perseus continued to explain that he had been attempting to preserve what was left of Dagda’s arm. The touch of his hands drew dark eyes to the stump. Metal gleamed in the white light of the room. Wires hung awry from where they had been ripped from the young man’s hands.

    Dagda took a moment to test out what remained of his right arm. He lifted it and twisted, watching the base on the end. The metal didn’t stretch or pinch his skin. The titan rolled his shoulder then flexed what he could of his arm muscles. A tiny bit of soreness and discomfort was present, which was much better than he had expected. All the blood he had seen coating his body when he was last awake was washed away.

    Percy began to move in the grasp of his left hand. Dagda realized he had been holding the young man there for quite a while. The hard wall against his back was likely to be quite uncomfortable. His plea pulled at Dagda’s heart a little. The titan felt bad for how harshly he had attacked. All the questions he had originally asked had been answered and he felt content with the result. This humanoid had saved his life and was trying to preserve what was left of his arm. He was not a threat.

    Dagda loosened his grip and lowered the younger man down to the ground. He placed Percy gently on the floor and returned his left hand to his side. Dark eyes looked down at him, a much kinder expression than before accompanying them. “Perseus,” he began with a nod to the youth, “I apologize for attacking you. I had to ensure my safety. Everything here is unfamiliar…” Dagda looked uneasily around the room once more.

    “My name is Dagda, I’m from a planet called Tetsukazu.” The titan intended to extend his right hand to offer a handshake, but paused when he was again smacked with the reality that there was no arm anymore. Dagda clenched his jaw and sighed, then extended his left arm for a handshake. Should Perseus accept, the titan’s grip would be firm but not painful.

    “Thanks for saving me, kid,”
    Dagda continued, his bass voice a friendly rumble. “And my arm,” he added. “I’m curious about the work you’ve done. I want to know how it all functions. I think I know what a prosthetic is, but things are quite different where I’m from. If someone lost a limb it would just be replaced with one carved of stonne.” Dagda missed his homeland dearly. However, he was somewhere different now with no apparent way to get back. Everything new and unfamiliar had to be taken in stride.

    “I do have some other questions, though. What planet is this? What is Dagger Corp.?” Dagda looked perplexed as the words came from his mouth.
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