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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/17/2016 12:26:53 PM
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[spoiler]Character intro[/spoiler]
*Strangely enough, the Dojo is pretty quiet today. That is, until one man walks up the path to the dojo, walking stick in hand. He eventually reaches the massive gates of the dojo, very tired and out of breath. A lack of abilities can do that to a man. He knocks three times on the Dojo gates, and decides to look around as he waits. He notices the small graveyard at the lake, and decides to see if anyone he knew is buried there, whether it be personally or someone he read about in history books. When he goes over there, he slowly reads through all of the graves. The last one he sees seems to make him really surprised. His eyes widen. His jaw drops, he backs up a little. The grave belongs to Mortar.*
No, no. No. No. He's not dead, he's just not!
*He seems to know Mortar more personally than he knows the other graves. You can't help but look towards the graveyard, towards the man*
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[b]From behind approaches Roy[/b] "Hard to believe."
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*He turns around, a little surprised to see you* Um... Hello... Who're you?
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[b]Royal walks over to the man, looking over Mortar's grave [/b] "Doesn't matter now."
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Um... Pardon? *He looks at you in a funny way* Why do you say "it doesn't matter now?"
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"He's dead, isn't he? What I was to him no longer matters." [spoiler]Say hello to depressed Roy [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Hello, depressed Roy.[/spoiler] But what are you called? What does everybody else call you?
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[spoiler]LOL [/spoiler] "What names do you want?" "We've got Immortalis, Edge Lord, Roy, Royal, Magician, Teleporting bullshit."
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I would say Roy, most of the others just sound... Strange, you could say.
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"Royal is my name."
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That's a nice name, Royal
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"Thanks. What's yours?
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My name's Carl. *He sighs a little*
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"Quite the name."
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Didn't quite have a say in it when my parents named me... [spoiler]Nor did he have a say when I named him. Muahahahahahahahahah[/spoiler]
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"Sucks to be you."
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Yeah... You okay, sir? You don't look too good.
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"Memories. I was close to Mortar."
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Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
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"It's alright"
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Can I just ask something? Was he... Well liked here? When he was at a Catholic school, he was hated by everyone. And i mean everyone, students, teachers, even the guidance counselor. What can you expect when you look like a spawn of Satan? Their words, not mine. There were times when he would lock himself in a chest and refuse to talk to anyone. I'm surprised that my parents turned a blind eye to it, they were strict Catholics but they should take their children into account.
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"Yeah. He was liked."
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Good. *He nods a little*
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"Who were you to him?"
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His big brother. The guy who he talked with in private after every school day. The guy who was his role model and every small screw up in front of him could influence him.
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"That certainly sounds scripted."
