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9/23/2015 9:47:47 PM
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"This is nice." [b]He looks around admiring the architect of the Tokyo restaurant.[/b]
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[b] She grins.[/b] "it is." [b] She orders a glass of sakè and yakatori. [/b] "Big on Japanese food Etana?"
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"It's great, What do you think about it?" [b]He orders Pho and some tea[/b]
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"I guess your driving huh? Sorry, I wouldn't have ordered alcohol. It's just been a long day." [b] She starts fiddling with the mans chain around her neck, one that doesn't look like it belongs on a woman.[/b]
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"It's all right, I have some drinks at home." [b]He looks at the necklace[/b] "Is that yours?"
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[b] She smiles sheepishly.[/b] "Uhh, no. It isn't. It was my trainers. He gave it to me. Something to remember him by, you could say. It's not what your thinking though. He was like the dad I wished I had."
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"I see. Who was the guy if you don't mind me asking?"
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[b] She looks sad when she talks now.[/b] "Jonathan Rorik. Human, the inventor and the only user of the Santoryu style. Until he taught me."
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"I see, where is he now?"
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[b] You see tears at the corners of her eyes, and her voice cracks but she tries to remain calm.[/b] "He's dead. Heart attack. And he was only 40. I didn't understand. Still don't."
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[b]He puts his hand over hers to comfort her.[/b] "I'm sorry for your loss Trinity."
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"Don't be sorry. It isn't your fault. I appreciate it all the same." [b] She tries to divert the conversation.[/b] "Oh, here comes our food." [b] She smiles as the waitress sets it down.[/b]
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Edited by EvoTymes: 9/24/2015 1:35:35 AM[b]He looks at the food and grabs his chopsticks[/b] "Let's eat."
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[b] She smiles.[/b] "Agreed." [b] They start to eat their food, and she chimes in.[/b] "I got my new swords today. Well, two of them."
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"Ahh how are they? They what you expected?"
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"They were made perfectly." [b] She shows him a picture on her tacpad.[/b] http://i53.tinypic.com/34zljjn.jpg
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[b]He looks at it.[/b] "Whoa, they look awesome."
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[b] she smiles.[/b] "Deadly. I just need a third to use. Haven't decided on what yet."
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"Well there plenty of options. You can make another custom sword, just buy another one or I could give you one of my old ones."
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"Really? I kinda figured the only one you had was the Red Katana."
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"I have others I used in the past before I had the red katana. Maybe three of four other swords before I make the red katana mine."
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"Are they just simple blades or?" [b] You can see she's intrigued when swords come into conversation.[/b]
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"Define simple."
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"Like a simple katana. No special forging, just a steel katana. Complex, Lance's sword." [b] She visibly shudders at this.[/b]
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"They aren't as complex as Lance's but they aren't simple either."
