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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/18/2016 2:36:19 AM
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[b][i]The sound of the gun firing, and bullet whistling in the air, was loud enough for Cassie to pinpoint the new man's position. She ducked, and rolled left, firing both her revolvers at the man. The white revolver's bullets were white, and had some sort of holy attribute to it, while the black revolver's bullets were black and had some sort of demonic attribute.[/i][/b]
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"You will be permitted a tent. It's the last one on the bottom right."
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[b][i]She nodded, and began heading towards the tent.[/i][/b]
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[b]She walked past many conversations, and other tents. It takes a few minutes to arrive to her tent.[/b]
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[b][i]She entered the tent, feeling around it, and trying to grasp an image for what it looked like.[/i][/b]
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[b]It was simple, the ground was covered in cloth, and there was a small footlocker in front of a sleeping bag.[/b]
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[b][i]She changed into her armor, and walked back out into the camp.[/i][/b]
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[b]Many of the Legionnaires took slight glances at her, this was very unusual for them. Eventually, she heard the Legate.[/b] "Cassie! Come here!" [b]It was coming from about twenty feet to the right.[/b]
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[b][i]She turned to her right, and walked over to the Legate.[/i][/b]
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[b]She heard five more people beside her, and the Legate was in front of them all.[/b] "Listen, Recruits! You are the fresh blood of the Legion! You will be combatants and diplomats of the Legion!" Recruit 1: "Excuse me, Legate?" Legate: "Yes, Recruit?" Recruit 1: "Why is there a woman here? Aren't they too fragile?" Legate: "Do you remember what the second Caesar said about a Legate's decisions?" Recruit 1: "They are final and absolute. But sir-" [b]The Legate smacks the Recruit, leaving a gash in the Recruit's cheek.[/b] Legate: "I will not have this woman's strength questioned. She has proven her worth. Now, are you ready to listen?" All Recruits: "Yes, Legate." Legate: "Good. Now, I want to see each of your melee techniques. Practice on the dummies." [b]There seems to be some practice dummies next to them. A Vexillarius hands them each a machete.[/b]
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[b][i]Cassie takes the machete, and walks over to the dummy. She thinks for a few seconds, before slashing from right to left in a wide arc.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate is clearly watching each one, when Cassie hears footsteps behind her.[/b] ???: "Death to the Legion!" [b]A clash of metal is heard, then whoever swung at the Legate is split open.[/b] Legate: "Filthy Dead Horses traitors."
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[b][i]Cassie turned, making a question mark with her right index finger.[/i][/b]
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"There was a tribe called the Dead Horses that turned on the Legion. That was one of their members. Sneaky Profligates."
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[b][i]She nodded, taking note. She went back to attacking the dummy, not really seeing (heh, phrasing) the point of it.[/i][/b]
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[b]After a little bit of hitting the dummies, the Legate speaks.[/b] "Good technique, Recruits. Now, get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow."
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[b][i]Cassie puts the machete down, but doesn't head towards her tent.[/i][/b]
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[b]The rest of the Recruits leave.[/b] Legate: "Why are you not going back to your tent?"
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[b][i]She shakes her head, looking at the sky. She had not slept for over a year.[/i][/b] [i]Insomnia[/i], [b][i]She wrote on her paper.[/i][/b]
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"That is unfortunate. Would you like something to eat, then?"
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[b][i]She nodded, her eyes not leaving the sky.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate led her to a large tent, and then to a long, wooden table.[/b]
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[b][i]She sat down, smiling.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate stood near, and a plate and a bottle were put in front of her. The plate had pieces of Brahmin meat on it, and the bottle was filled with water.[/b]
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[b][i]She ate slowly, deep in thought.[/i][/b]
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[b]The Legate waited.[/b]
