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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Dain Is Fren:
8/18/2016 3:04:12 AM
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[b]The sword split open the Legionnaire's chest, and blood poured like a waterfall. He fell to the ground, dead.[/b]
"Well done, woman. Were you a man, you could make a fine addition to the Legion."
[b]The distinct figure looked at her.[/b]
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[b][i]She shrugs, sheathing her sword. She looked a little disturbed by the fact she killed somebody, but did not visibly react. She gestured towards the Legion, pointed at the dojo with her non-wounded hand, then drew a question mark in the dirt with her revolver.[/i][/b]
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"We seek an... Alliance with the Dojo. We'd rather not have another side to battle in our war against the NCR."
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[b][i]She nodded, then shrugged, unsure of what they wanted her to do. After all, nobody in their right mind would give a blind and mute person any power to make decisions.[/i][/b]
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"We only seek passage into the Dojo. We figured we would test the first person we saw."
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[b][i]She nodded once more, and motioned them to follow her as she began to move towards the dojo, however she was walking towards a wall, and not the gate.[/i][/b]
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"You are walking towards a wall, Profligate."
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[b][i]She stops, her hand reaching out for whatever was in front of her. However, she was still at least two yards from the wall, so no matter how far she reached out, se did not touch anything. Eventually, she lost balance, and fell, face-first.[/i][/b]
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[b]One of the Legionnaires helps her up.[/b]
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[b][i]She nodded in thanks, and walked closed to the wall. Her hand met it, and she walked towards the gates of the dojo, opening them. She gestures for the Legion to enter.[/i][/b]
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[b]And enter the Legion do. They set across the Dojo courtyard, inspecting it.[/b]
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[b][i]Cassie sat down in the courtyard, tending to her wounds. She stitched the bullet wound and the machete cut closed, after taking the bullet out with a lot of grimaces, teeth-grits, and opening her mouth as though she were yelling, but no sound coming out. Eventually, she was patched up decently, and she pictured in her mind what the Legionnaires were up to.[/i][/b]
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[b]Some of the Legionnaires simply inspected the structure. Some talked amongst themselves. A few sparred. The leader, however, was approaching.[/b] "I should introduce myself. I am Legate Darion. Some call me the Monster Of The North. Others call me death. Fewer call me leader. Many call me master. Do you have a way to show me your name, Profligate?"
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[b][i]She used a revolver, and wrote in the dirt.[/i][/b] [i]Cassie Rellings[/i]
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"Cassie... There is one other my that name. Cass. She lives at an NCR Ranger camp in the Mojave."
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[b][i]She shrugged, writing in the dirt once more. Her handwriting was horrible, and nearly illegible, probably because she was blind.[/i][/b] [i]Common name[/i]
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"I do not know if you are correct, Cassie. I have only toured Denver and the Mojave. Never once have I met another."
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[b][i]She shrugged again.[/i][/b] [i]I knew a lot[/i]
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"Really? Interesting... To change subjects, did you feel anything when you killed that man?"
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[b][i]She nodded slightly.[/i][/b] [i]Complicated[/i]
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"Good. Don't lose that. Or may end up with a title like mine."
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[i][b]She made a question mark with her right index finger.[/b][/i]
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"I'm known as the Monster Of The North. Anyone who crosses me is nailed to a cross or tortured and killed."
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[b][i]She raised her eyebrows slightly, and backed away from him a little.[/i][/b]
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"You haven't crossed me. No need to fear. Besides, you'd make a better slave than to kill you."
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[b][i]She frowned slightly at the last bit, making a question mark. A blind and mute slave? She thought that was pretty weird.[/i][/b]
