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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by BrandRobKus:
7/18/2016 1:03:55 PM
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*At the gates of the Dojo, a man walks up. He seems to be of some importance, those of the Old Underworld (Before Mortar's father took over and created the Royal Underworld) would recognize him upon sight. As for those who don't swear that they saw him at Mortar's funeral.*
*This man certainly looks interesting; he is a 6'4", Caucasian male with dull grey eyes, white irises, and dull grey pupils. His armor seems to be made up of a white chainmail with bronze colored metal plates welded on it. It was flexible because of the chainmail under it, which makes him MORE of a threat. His helmet is held in his hand, resembling the face of a xenomorph. But instead of the elongated head, it has a blood red feather with white spots on it, the blood color to obviously symbolize the blood shed and loss of so many allies and enemies, and the white for the victory and honor that rises from it. He has a sheath on his back for a sword more than four feet long. You can't exactly tell what's inside, but it's valuable and somehow familiar.*
*As the man approaches the gates, he puts his helmet on, and knocks three times, each one vibrating loud and clear through the whole dojo*
[spoiler]Open to all, hope you like Mortar's replacement![/spoiler]
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Where the hell did she go. *Caesar holds his sword and shield in a defensive stance*
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[b]The ash from previously begins to swirl like a tornado [/b]
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*He faces the tornado* Hmm...
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[b]it continues swirling [/b] "You're not a bad fighter. But I don't think you should have Mortar's sword." [b]Nora is sitting behind you[/b] "I don't mean any offense by that."
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*He quickly turns around* Hey, when you save his life more times than you can count, come back to me.
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[b]She looks around. Then looks at you [/b] "I'm back. Well to be fair it wasn't me that saved him. But there definitely is someone who's done more then you. Like Wit. Or Crossbow. Or Cyan. Or Roy."
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Sorry Ma'am, but you do not know me. You do not know what I have done. Here is a man, inches from death, almost literally losing his head, I go and bust him out of the disease filled cell, have to literally breath life back into him. He was a wanted man, and I was able to keep him hidden as he recovered. Many times. I helped him out when no one else would, he said right before he died that he owed me his life. *Caesar sighs* It looks like I lost that. So i have his sword.
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"I don't like you. I don't know why. Maybe it's the way you talk about him. Like he owed you this sword. Like he was your toy."
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No, he was an ally, he was a friend, he will be missed. However, he said it himself that if he died, I could have it. Brings me memories of him, I guess.
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"Whatever.'' [b]Nora still seems irritated [/b]
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Look. I'm sorry for his death. However I am honoring his wish. Letting him live on.
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[b]Nora is silent. She seems to be tearing up. When she speaks her words are full of sadness [/b] "If I were you. Id hand the sword above a fireplace. Leave it somewhere. Because it Hurts."
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*Caesar sighs as he sheaths the sword, the green line on the sheath fades* Fine. If I must, I will look for something new. However, I will use it if I must.
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"You can use it all you want. I'm just telling you want I would do."
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Of course. *Caesar sits down on a stump, heavily exhaling*
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"What is it?"
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I don't know. I miss him, however I must keep moving forward. That is what my father taught me.
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"No you don't. You're allowed to grieve. Especially for Mortar."
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Yes. I do. If I don't, I feel as if I disgraced him.
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"If you don't allow yourself to grieve, you disgrace him even more."
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*Caesar is silent a moment* I guess...
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"If you do not grieve. And continue like you are. Then it will seem as though he meant nothing."
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I guess... *He lowers his head, holding it with his hand as his elbow is resting on his knee* He will be missed.
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"Very much so."
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*He nods.* Do not worry about him, though. The age of the Royal Underworld, the harshest, most genocidal age, has fallen, he will be safe.
