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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]
English
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Come on man. The one rule every guy follows is to give a firm shake. *Caesar squeezes Patches' hand a little more*
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"Didn't want to hurt ya, sorry." [b]He tightens his grip.[/b]
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*He winces a little* That's good. *He lets go as he looks around* So this is the Dojo from the inside, huh?
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"Yep. I guess it is."
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Hmm. Not bad
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"Yeah. Anyway, I better get back to planning out some...things."
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Oh, like what?
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"Uh...I'm keeping that hidden for now."
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Ah, quest stuff?
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"No."
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[b]He's silent.[/b]
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*Caesar looks back at Patches* Is it gonna be big?
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"Depends."
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Sounds like a simple yes or no question
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"Like I said, it depends." [b]He sounds irritated now.[/b]
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*Caesar holds up his hands* Okay, okay. relax.
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[b]He walks off, a lil more pissed than before.[/b]
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[spoiler]Finito?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Theres still Anri, if you want Caesar to meet her.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess.[/spoiler] *Caesar walks around, taking off his helm to reveal his busted up face*
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[b]Sitting at a table outside, a knightess notices him.[/b] "Oh. Are you okay? You look...hurt."
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*He turns to face her* Ah, no, I'm okay. On a side note, how much Aspirin can someone have before it becomes lethal?
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"Aspirin, as in the drug? I believe that over 20 grams can be potentially fatal..."
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Good to know. What's your name, anyway?
