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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 5:56:11 AM
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[i] Bjorke was still dressed in his leather armor, helmet on and sword and shield on his back. Bjorke looked the newcomer up and down and immediately decided he liked him. Any guy who said he was sponsored by spinach waffles won Bjorkes friendship. [/i]
"Ripped through time and space my friend, inconveniently at that."
[i]He had a deep voice, a captain's voice made for shouting over wind and waves. Any other person from his time period would have freaked seeing something like Damien's bike, but Bjorke had spent enough time in the present day alongside Lance to know what everything was. [/i]
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[i]"That... Isn't actually the strangest thing I've heard. Especially around here... Y'know I met a chick who kills dragons for a living around here... Strange people."[/i] [b]Damien was clearly one to talk, with dress shoes on... And the fact that his suit didn't condone GMOs... But his humor was not lacking nonetheless.[/b] [i]"So... No iceberg... Damn. Thought you'd be like... A cool mystery kinda guy. But I like the whole... Uh... Russian vibe you got going on."[/i] [b]Or he was just stupid. Damien had flunked history class mostly for not caring. Sure, he could recite all America's judicial laws, and he knew the national anthems of most South African Countries. He even knew how to count in Gnomish. But that didn't stop him from purposefully being dumb...[/b] [i]"Anyways... The name's Damien. Thought I'd go for a drive with music. But my stereo broke so I did some tricks instead."[/i] [b]He extended his wrapped arm, the cloth only barely hiding the rigid and clanky design of its mechanical system.[/b]
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[i] Instead of shaking his hand, Bjorke clasped his forearm in a tight grip and pumped it. Must be a Viking thing.[/i] "I'm a Viking, Mr. Damien. Scandinavian. Now would you be so kind and tell me where the hell I am?" [i] He said with a booming laugh. When he laughed.. he laughed. The angler fish at the bottom of the ocean probably heard it. [/i]
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[i]"The Dojo... a place of freaky people, weapons, and... That's about it. It's still weird though."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and grinned at the man's laugh. He liked the guy already.[/b] [i]"So... How'd you get here? You said something about dimensions... But last I checked... Vikings didn't have those under control."[/i]
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"No, a friend of mine does though. And a dojo sounds like the kind of place he'd be. Makes sense." [i] Bjorke crossed his arms, damn they were big. Not really the toned athletic kind a lot of people have, but they were massive and packed with muscle. [/i] "Say, you seen a guy around here who looks like he's from Japan? Demon mask, black armor, katanas, dangerous as a storm in the winter?"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/12/2016 1:14:20 AM[i]"It couldn't possible be my favorite oriental white man, Lance, could it? Really dumb, kinda ugly, wears glasses, reads manga all day, white hair, green eyes? Right? Or maybe it's the other one... I can't say..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckled and pushed his hair back, looking towards the Dojo over the sand run offs.[/b] [i]"Yeah... I've seen him... Not sure where he is now though."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and dismounted from his bike, setting the helmet onto the seat.[/b]
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"Yeah, that's him Sandals." [i] Bjorke said with another loud laugh, pulling his helmet off. The face didn't quite match the personality, seeing as his features seemed to be mean as hell. Short hair on the side and a mop on top, with a bushy grown out beard. Scars crossed his face, and pale blue eyes stared out. Where Lance's were ice cold and screamed power and rage, Bjorke's had a humorous light to them.[/i] "I'm gonna have a whale bone to pick with him though, pulled me away right as I was about to open the score of a lifetime." [i] He shook his head in disappointment.[/i] "He owes me big time."
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/12/2016 10:41:20 PM[i]"If you manage to punch him, I'll buy you a pint."[/i] [b]Looks out over the ocean, and the stretch of beachhead that wandered towards the more rocky side of the coast. His story was believable... Especially since a swim here or boat landing would be... Dangerous, to say the least.[/b] [i]"Any idea why he brought you here?"[/i]
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"I won't know until I find him. Never do, but I know he never calls one of us here. There's probably a few more of us scattered around." [i] Whoever the "us" was, he didn't elaborate. He tucked the helmet under one arm and shrugged.[/i] "You a friend of his?" [i] Bjorke said it with a slight amount of disbelief. The Lance he knew didn't have many friends.[/i] [spoiler]https://imgur.com/a/zwU6r Because I forgot it in the last reply lol. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/13/2016 3:24:21 AM[i]"That's a hard one to answer. It could be one sided. My best response is... I know him pretty well and think highly of him, in a straightly plutonic way."[/i] [b]Specific... And a dumbass... What a coincidence.[/b] [i]"Friends is too much of a malleable word."[/i] [b]Damien whistles to himself in surprise, realizing he had acquaintances... And a lot of cool people he wasn't sure he shared mutual friendships with.[/b]
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"That's a couple of big words that I don't understand but we'll roll with it." [i] Bjorke said with a grin. [/i] "Seen any other foreigners that look like they hopped out of time portals? I shouldn't be the only one."
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[i]"Uhh... Dude named Xavier. Kinda... Nevermind... But he's not exactly Lance's type."[/i] [b]Damien thought for a moment before shaking his head, sweat and sand sprinkling the beach.[/b] [i]"Can't say I've seen anyone else..."[/i]
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[i] Bjorke thought for a moment before shrugging.[/i] "They'll be around here somewhere. I just hope it isn't that damn Witch Doctor. Guy freaks me out.." [i] He muttered.[/i]
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[i]"Witch Doctor? I'm a Doctor, and I've met some witches, but not a combination..."[/i] [b]Damien grinned and yawned, his long pointed tongue poking out slightly. He was basically a white man with a cat mouth... Dude had a few abnormal problems... But he wore them like badges of honor... So insulting them probably wouldn't work out...[/b] [i]"Oh! And a few wizards."[/i]
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"There's a witch one of us, a Mayan, Egyptian, Samurai.." [i] Bjorke ticks on his fingers.[/i] "The witch though.." [i]He let's out a low whistle and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. [/i]
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[i]"Maybe a pornstar in another life?"[/i] [b]Damien raised an eyebrow of his own, looking at Bjorke with a misunderstanding look.[/b] [i]"I mean... What's the deal? He just sounds... Simple... In terms of what he is. I like the details. It's like dating a woman without curves."[/i]
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[i] He let's out another loud laugh, nodding at Damien[/i] "I can tell we will be good comrades my friend. She's got fire, and that's not just because she has red hair. Can call down lightning or engulf you in flames, she's a feisty one." [i] He runs a hand through his bushy beard.[/i] "Along with being tolerant of no bullshit, and has a thing for our mutual ninja friend."
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[i]"And it's a chick... Close enough."[/i] [b]With a roll of his shoulders, Damien threw his helmet back on, snatching it from the handle bar. He leapt right back onto the seat of his bike and nodded to Bjorke.[/b] [i]"I'd offer you a ride... But it's only got room for one... And I have some friends of my own I'm off to meet. Dojo isn't too far from here. Maybe six or seven miles. You can run it in maybe an hour and a half."[/i]
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[i] Bjorke waves a hand and scoffs.[/i] "I am no stranger to hard work Damien. I thank you all the same." [i] He gives Damien a nod and begins to walk inland towards the forest. [/i]
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[b]Damien revs up the bike and launches forward with a roar and crashes forward... Plowing through the sand as Damien pulls away.[/b]
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