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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
2/9/2016 10:01:34 PM
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[i]I approach, my brown cloak in Pristine condition. My hand rests down on my side, near a revolver. Resting below the revolver is a knife in a strap. Under my cloak there is an armorlike substance.[/i]
Hello, gents.
Name's Kaden Benton.
English
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The troops immediately raise their weapons at you, but the armored man holds up his hand, as they lower their weapons. The figure, seeming in charge, approaches you, his glowing blue eyes staring at your soul. He rests his hands on his belt. "Sorry for my Rooks over their. They're a bit jumpy. We request entrance into this dojo of sorts."
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Once upon a time, I would've had this authority. But, I kinda disappeared for a while, went off dealing with a Mercenary group. Didn't ever join them, but I dealt with them. They supplied me with weapons that I used to murder people.
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"So can we come in?"
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I would assume.
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"Good."
