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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/25/2016 8:56:07 PM
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[b]Long Time, No See[/b]
[i]I walk the streets of the mountain town. My brown cloak fluttering slightly in the winds. I look up near the top of the mountain, the actual dojo sitting perched up there. I remember when we colonized this planet. It was beautiful. Ships leaving for this new haven. One that could accommodate the large influx of warriors we were taking in.
New Warriors.
I look around me, seeing the people walk around. I didn't recognize anyone. Word was that Pants had taken over, and there was a new set of Veterans. Strange, to think that things change. But maybe it was for the better. I looked around for a place to stop by and get a drink. I find a nice little tavern and enter, setting my clock at the coat hanger by the door. The footsteps are unheard as I walk up to the counter, my bag carrying all my weapons and other gear. The bartender was a middle-aged man, with a 5 o'clock shadow and a hairline that was starting to recede. When he spoke, His voice was gruff. [/i]
"What'll it be?"
A Brandy, please.
"Coming right up."
[i]He delivers my drink, I talk a small sip and observe the bar. There was the usual din that accompanied them. It reminded me of the Floodzone.
Regardless of memories, I returned my attention to my drink. Slowly sipping away at it. [/i]
[spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]
[spoiler]Guess who's actually going to stay active for once. [/spoiler]
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[i]The door that opened widely for you also opened fairly widely for a different man to enter. This one was a stranger to you but to the faces of the other patrons, they all seen him as a regular to the establishment and a regular to the entire city of Dojoville as a whole. For the man was a Lieutenant of the Dojo and still one of the fresher faces to the grounds, when compared to older veterans of these lands. The man walked in only moments after you had, as his lightly shaded brown duster nearly got itself caught in the frame of the door, and that would have only contributed to the tatters and tears that line the bottom of the dirt attained jacket, which matched both his hat and his boots in shade. Beneath that was his emerald green jumpsuit, one with a black trimming on the neck, the ankles and the wrists, though most of it wasn't exactly visible due too the duster covering it for the most part. A brown bandolier loaded with bullets was running across his chest and also carried a large, tri-barrelled shotgun on his back, and the bandolier ends met at the right side of his leather belt, which in turn carried a pair of holsters for a twin set of revolvers. And either unfortunately or thankfully for you, he approached the seat to your right and spoke up. "Pardon me sir," he started to say as a thick Texan accent laced the words that came from his lips. "Is this seat taken?"[/i]
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Go ahead, I ain't here with nobody but myself. [i]My voice is coarse an low, bt threatening, but it sounded as if I had a lot on my mind. [/i]
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[i]"Alright fella, thank you kindly." Said the cowboy as he pulled the stool out just enough to fit his legs which made a slight mechanical noise as he walked, like springs being constantly pushed and pulled by his movements. He planted himself n the stool, leaned his arms on the bar, pulled a bottle of whiskey from behind the counter and spoke up. "You alright man? Y'sound just a little bit clouded. Somethin' on your mind perhaps?"[/i]
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It's all just a bit overwhelming. I was a resident of The Dojo a long time ago. Before we colonized this planet. Seeing all these new faces...
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[i]"Ah, another one of you guys. Go find Sakuret sometime, maybe you know him, oldie to this place as well."[/i]
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Sakuret's still Kickin'? Damn. So, what's your name? Didn't catch it.
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[i]"JT, resident cowboy and owner of the local augmentation shop. You?"[/i]
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Kaden Benton. Most people know me as Duskwalker. I caused some trouble here.
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[i]"Trouble? How much exactly?"[/i]
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Ever heard of June Bellicose?
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[i]"'Couple of people around town mentioned her. Didn't she convince Wilson to gank Cobalt Phoenix?"[/i]
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More than that. Alex speared Luis through the heart with his own sword. Yeah. When she kicked Felix into the Abyss. I started some shit. Back then, my mind was a shattered fragmentation. I had a never ending bloodlust. I'm better, now, though.
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[i]"Sounds like Wilson," the cowboy remarked as a chuckle escaped his lips, which he proceeded to fill with his whiskey. "And do Cobalt was stabbed, June kicked and likely killed Felix, and you, what, tried to kill her?"[/i]
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More than kill. I tried to claw her eyes out with my bare hands and shove a knife laced with Cazadore venom in her gut.
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"God damn dude, that's horrible yet fascinating. You get her?"
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Nah. Felix came back out of nowhere and threw her off if a rooftop onto a wrought-iron fence.
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*after a moment you can hear soft footsteps behind you. The person belonging to them walks up next to you, his blazing eyes briefly looking at you* Been a while
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It's been more than a while; feels like centuries. Maybe it has, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference,..
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Eh, to me a thousand years feels like a second and a second feels like a thousand years. You know what I mean, right?
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A thousand? I'm only at 351. I think... I was a Dragon Rider. From Alagaesia, y'see. Then.... Things happened. I showed here a long time ago. I lost my steed and- Did some regrettable things.
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I'm an ex God that destroyed entire races for fun. I think I won
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This ain't about winning.
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Eh, true. Good to have you back man
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Good to be back.
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*He sighs slightly* What've you been doing since you left?
