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Mauve Ruby Circles
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Robert: (Why did I join? Well actually, to spite my father. He's a member of the Confederate Marine Corps, and a soldier from a long line of soldiers. He had this mentality, "My father was a marine, and his father was a marine, and his father was a marine, and I'll be damned if my son isn't a marine!" He tried to instill this sense of military tradition into me, even from a young age. He felt it was my destiny to sign up, and fight for the Confederation.
I had other ideas. I was always into books, learning new things, and the only combat I actually appreciated involved the use of Magitech. Sure, he would try to give me lessons on how to be a good soldier, and how to use a gun, but I just let it flow through my ears. I told him that I didn't want to be a marine, that I wanted to go and do my own thing, but he was just so thick-headed, and wanting to set his plan for my life, make my decisions for me, that he just refused to listen.
He would always talk down to me, and badmouth me in front of everyone. 'He's a worthless son!' He said. 'He'll never be a real man! He'll never make anything of himself in life!' I got pretty sick of it, pretty quick.
I ran away when I was eleven, joining the Techmage Guild set up in town. I felt I had found my calling, having learned spells beyond my peers in a shorter amount of time. Even the guildmasters were impressed with my progress. I sometimes used my illusions to mess with people, and to play a joke or two. It made me feel powerful, something dad never did.
Of course, Dad found me one day, and decided to drag me back home. After I singed his eyebrows off, there was a custody battle between him and the guild. The guild had better lawyers, and he lost. And I was smiling at the time. My last vision of my father involved his glare, and him saying, 'You'll always be worthless.' That was seven years ago. I'm eighteen, since last month.)
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Robert: (But back to the subject at hand. I don't need to touch it to tell you that is Xiodian blood. It seems to trail off, further into the camp.)
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