originally posted in:The New Dojo
(The man was walking by, when he heard her voice. He could remember it from somewhere, he couldn't remember where.)
"Hello"
English
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"Oh...hello." She sat down with him, clearly looking at him, as her wine comes.
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(The man knew her voice, but couldn't put her finger on it. He assumed she was an ally in a previous battle.) "So, do you think you need all of those weapons?"
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"I'd rather carry more and be more prepared, then to suffer death with barely anything on me." She replies, her wine arriving for her.
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"Ah. I suppose you have no contact with more compact weaponary?"
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"Not exactly..." she replies, pointing to her katana sheathed away under the cloak. "I would prefer to hit from all ranges...that way I could gain the edge on my enemy." She replies, simply sipping her drink.
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"You can compact swords." (He takes a small cylinder from a socket on his armour ' s calf, presses a button, and t extends into a regular sword)
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"Oh...in that case, unfortunately not. That still doesn't excuse myself from being very effective with such crafts of war." She replies.
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"I didnt think so"
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*She simply stares at him, as she finishes her wine.*
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"So, do you have business here?"
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"I personally would like to just find sanctity in here; sometimes, you just need a place where you feel safe." She replies, casually ordering another.*
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"You feel safe in the presence of the most deadly people in history, while a giant is attacking, in the wake of a massive terrorist strike?"
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"Yes...you survived the attack. This Dojo survived the monster, yes?" She asks, an eyebrow raised at him.
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"I survived the attack. The civilians didn't."
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"Losses have to be counted. Cataclysms can lead to the progression of all species...an I correct?" She says, as she started sipping her second wine.
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"The only messurement required for this is 'too many'. And no, it isn't.
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"Well, that's how our family was taught..." she sips her second wine. "It was nice meeting a person like you."
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"Thank you. And when all but the warriors are filtered out, who rules? Who makes food? Natural selection only works in nature.
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"Then aren't we a part of nature as well?" She replies, pulling out a wipe and her Annihilator, cleaning it.
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"We are of nature as a table is of a oak seed.
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"And yet we and nature are like harmony and variety in the mind of an artist; when balanced, they become the perfect combination. Too much of one...and it could lead to the demise of the other." She says
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Edited by ookshmook: 10/7/2016 7:03:47 PM"If only that were true. He have twisted nature beyond repair."
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"But yet anything can return to its normal state by simply wiping the slate clean." She says. "All it needs is a second chance...and a new start."
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"A new start? you mean a post - apocalyptic wasteland?"
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"No...meditation. Clearance of the debt and loss of the past; it would bring a reawakening; a second chance, to prevent nature from returning with a vengeance to strike us all." She adds.