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5/14/2015 8:35:52 PM
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*I wait in the forest clearing once more, resting silently on my wheelchair*
[spoiler]Waiting for either Blackjack or Shark specifically... But anyone can reply.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Also, I think The Reborn Dojo would be a fitting name.[/spoiler]
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*Poops on your gas mask*
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*appears behind you* I heard I was needed.
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That you are, Wolfe. Tell me, was it you who took my original blade?
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*unsheaths* Orders were orders, some sin for cash.
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You are familiar with making deals, I assume? Possibly violence for cash, possibly something else. I'm here to make a deal.
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What do you want?
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My sword. That is all... A reminder to who I was. A memento, a sentimentality for this bird's clipped wings.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/14/2015 11:37:07 PMOrders were orders. You want it back, take it up with the Marauder.
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[spoiler]PMed him about it, he said to take it up with you -.-[/spoiler]
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I'm enjoying this too much, as compared to the old Marines Ceremonial Saber I had....
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How about a trade then? *I hold up a strange looking bullet, seemingly carved of bone with some intricate metal placements*
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I think I'll take the sword... A trophy, if you will.
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A broken trophy. A memento to what has not been done, not to what will be... So tell me, Wolfe. What do I have to give you for this broken memory?
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When you earn the sword, you'll get it back. Here you sit, one of the greatest to set foot here, hardly fighting, only hanging on to exact his own pent-up anger... This is what you wanted to end, the hatred, the conflict. And here you are, a proponent of it all... The sword was wielded by a man, not a waste of flesh and dust dedicated to an ill-fated revenge.
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I'll fight when this place proves to me it's really worth fighting for... But who are you to talk? A man beneath guns, blades, armour and insults, a Wolf that follows the Snake for fear of the past repeating itself. You don't need to answer that, merc. If we can't have business? Then this discussion is over. I'll see you on the battlefield... Not as enemies, but as two observers watching the same coin flip.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 5/15/2015 3:09:05 AMI'm not here for vengeance. I'm here to start something that was to be put in motion for a long time. So be it. *disappears*
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*approaches you* hello cobalt.*bows*
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Hello. You are... Familiar... The one who defended me, correct?
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Yes, I am.
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What is this new body of yours...?
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This is the same body, I'm just wearing something different, I had most of my memory forcefully erased.
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Ah. I see... Memories erased? From whom, if I may ask?
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Edited by Rimidalv Nisom: 5/15/2015 12:41:38 AMThis describes everything,play 1st recording in data base. A.I:replaying memory number 1-0-25 *voice sounds familiar over audio recording* Familiar voice: no, don't stick that needle in me or I will kill you. ???: relax *audio is glitched ma*heavy static*oto this is only a part of the story, and you are the puppet. Familiar voice: I will have Kurai kill you for this.*clutches revolver* ???: relax, my friend, or as your new name is.... Mida.*the recording cuts to distorted static followed by screaming*
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Jesus... Do you know specifically who did this?
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Not sure who, these recording were taken after and recently, play recording 2. A.I: replaying memory 2-12-25 *is standing in a pure white building, there appear to be bandages on my right arm and back, I am wearing what seems to be a white outfit* Please, anyone.... Help.*begins coughing up blood* please.*falls onto the ground* *cuts to a few months later* Okay, go in here, you take the left I go through the center, got it? Assassins: yes Mida. *scene cuts to me holding a man by the neck* Now, I could let you go, but that will end badly.*rips his left arm off and shoots him in the head*
