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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Doos:
5/25/2016 2:40:43 PM
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*An access point spilling red and black shadowy smoke opens in front of the gates of the Dojo. Maya appears dragging out a couch. A table. Another couch. And a tea set. She sits down and prepares four cups.*
[b]Fighting, fighting, fighting. What happened to the finer things in life?[/b]
[spoiler]current status. Open but must bring your own cup. Also. We're in hiding from the intruder. Because its tea/liquor time. No. Fights.
No longer hiding.
[b][i][u]But still no fights. This is peaceful relaxation time in these replies[/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
Edit: no longer hiding. Angry Assaulttron is no longer keen on fighting our tea time. Please be respectful and strike up a conversation with the guy. I'm sure we could learn a lot from each other.
[spoiler]Details on our hiding. As long as a shadow is nearby. Our group is literally untraceable.[/spoiler]
[b]I SAID NO FIGHTING.[/b]
[b]Alright fine... I get it. Fighting by arguing. Conceded. BUT NO VIOLENCE.[/b]
*glares at Alex and WA-18*
[b]Prior to the tournament. Please come get your amp up teas! Any kind, all kind. We want you all to be ready![/b]
[b]I've been gone awhile.. BUT IM BACK NOW EVERYONE. So per the usual. Gotta start up some tea to bring me back in my mind set you lovely bastards[/b]
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[b]Tuesdays! Makes sure and come by on Tuesday's for your Tea![/b]
[spoiler]Current exotic teas
Corichea
Forsketta
Hasuthuca
Yurseuga
Grazaltha
Gurancha
Torschuerta
Rofitteras
We also have any number of drinks you can imagine.
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English
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[spoiler]thanks boo boo! I would like to hear more about Crossbow abilities sometime.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kay[/spoiler]
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Guess it really means a lot to you, making a killing machine friendly using good tea.
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[b]Well it's an accomplishment in the eyes of my order's Shihan. And I'm really trying hard to get promoted[/b] *takes a sip* [b]Were you made or born?[/b]
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Problem is...the Brotherhood might know if I'm here, socializing with you. There's a small box, in the back of my head. If you can remove it, and without killing me permanently, it can disable the tracker, and they'll think I've been destroyed. I'll be free, and you don't have to deal with giant robots and airships. It's a win for both of us.
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[b]Welllll mister 217 year old WA-18. We shall band together and try to help you. I'll see what I can find [/b]
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Ok. Just don't cut open the central router, otherwise I might blow up like a nuclear bomb on steroids.
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[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/198480911/0/0/1]Go talk to Shadow here. She can help you![/url]
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https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/198479157/0/0/1
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[b]ohhhhkay. No central router. Got it. [/b]
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I was created by an old company called Robco... And was reactivated about 7 years ago.
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[b]Soooo... You're seven? Or you counting your pre brotherhood years as well?[/b]
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Actually, about two-hundred and seventeen.
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[i]Alex Wilson stood for a moment, his fave covered by his X-01 MKVI helmet, its eyes glowing an orangish-red, his T-60F armor sparking with the energy of his Tesla shielding. The armor was painted gunmetal grey, but blood was splattered across his helmet, and a phoenix had been etched into the right side of his armor's chest-plate. Atop his right shoulder, an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, atop his left, the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two bandoliers crossed his chest, belts of .50 BMG rounds. A gunbelt crossed his waist, and two S&W Model 500 magnums sat at his hips. A boot knife could be seen strapped to his leg, and a thin port was visible at the top of his right gauntlet. On his back, a cloak, the Old World flag, tattered and torn, blowing in the breeze, occasionally exposing his MG3 and his Remington 870MCS pistol-grip.[/i] This is what you -blam!-ers do now? Damn this place is degrading...
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Edited by Doos: 3/30/2016 9:23:11 PM[b]Excuse me? You're welcome to relax with me. Or you're welcome to leave me in peace.[/b] *Glares menacingly*
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[i]He was unfazed, rather, more amused at her attempts to appear threatening.[/i] You're drinking -blam!-in' tea? Come on, high class is shit like Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Fireball.
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[b]Jim Bean*. And I literally have any drink you could possibly want. Except Hennessey. I refuse to ever touch that shit again.[/b]
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Pus. Sy. Hennessy is -blam!-ing great. And no, I don't need a drink, I'm tryin' to figure out why in the -blam!- you've got a couple couches out in the middle of the damn Dojo...
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[b]Whelp.. Whadya know. I found a whole bottle of Hennessey. Here ya go mate. Please converse with our other visitors. They'd love to hear stories I'm sure[/b]
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What? Don't like company with a mouth, sweetheart? [i]He took the bottle, and slid it between his bandoliers.[/i]
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[b]A dirty mouth is more truthful. [/b] *winks* [b]But our friend here needs to feel welcomed. He may not be able to leave for awhile lest he explodes.[/b]
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Explosions.... I like explosions.... Where's he at?
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[b]NO. NO FIGHTING. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FIGHT IN THIS TEA GROUP... but he's drinking tea right now. A fantastic drink specified for Androids. [i]Torschuerta[/i].[/b]
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[i]He turned and looked at her for a second, then drew his shotgun , and fired a slug with one hand directly into the android's head, leaving a massive gaping hole.[/i] It wasn't fighting, it was an execution.
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*The destroyed android crumbles into smoky shadows* [b]Thank god I put a clone up... I was scared you'd do that.. look. You can't be here if you're hell bent on violence. My Tea group is strictly no fighting, killing, or any violence. CAPICE?![/b]
